“I’m sorry, I had my mind elsewhere.” Celestia levitated the papers over to herself, and rapidly scrawled her signature on the final page of each request. Halfway through, it occurred to her that she had no idea what she was signing, but the voice of experience was telling her that something more important was happening right now. “There we go.” She cheerfully sent the stack of papers back to her secretary, an unreadable expression on her face.