“It is most adequate,” Luna assured the armoured and aproned bat-pony with a wave of her wing. Magically manipulating her silver spoon, she lifted another spoonful of the vegetable stew to her mouth and took a dainty sip. “One cannot expect lavish luxury when combating the enemies of one’s nation, after all.” She shifted her seating on the blue cushion that she had placed on a flat rock, the other members of her guard forces arrayed around the small camp eating the same meal. It was a peaceful field of grass, quite a change from the castle in Canterlot.