“On. Their. Own?” Luna emphasised, currently lying across several large cushions as she conversed with her sister in one of her study rooms. Celestia’s taste in personal accoutrements was more conservative than her sister’s, so the room was not especially large nor as tastefully arranged and aesthetically-pleasing in comparison to Luna’s. It did, however, make up for the disparity by being immaculately well-organised in a style both functional and luxurious. That was just as well since Luna was certain there wasn’t a spare tile in the room that wasn’t storing its fair share of books, notes, records, and other detritus of state that Celestia was currently pursuing.