“Precisely.” Discord gestured, and a teacup levitated up into the air, pouring tea right in front of her. There was no cup to hold it, and it only poured out onto the ground. The nearby plants leaned towards it, growing visibly greener. “Celestia’s instructions restrict me, but they do not trap me. She couldn’t do that without changing me to stone, and we both know she won’t. Not after what happened last time.”