Luckily, it's a fairly quick wait before Princess Celestia arrived. You spend the minutes pacing up and down, trying to reassure the others-and possibly yourself- that everything was going to be fine. The girls, reduced to head and leftover meat, seem rather anxious at how their little treat for Spike had met with an unexpected complication. The only one that seems calm about any of this was Twilight, and that was only because she no longer has a brain. You had moved her to the head of the table (such was your distress that you couldn't even take the time to appreciate that quality pun), so that she was facing the girls and the dining room doors. The alicorn head just smiles lazily, giggling and drooling. It doesn't really help with the tense atmosphere, if you're being honest.