        “Quite,” she said bitterly.  “There apparently weren’t any rooms open upstairs for a unicorn of Trixie’s . . . station.”  She cleared her throat absently.  “Now, Princess Luna tells me Trixie is to teach you all she knows of illusion.  Very well.  We shall begin by having you produce a duplicate of this teacup.”  She grabbed it in her telekinetic field and lowered it to the floor.  “Twilight should focus her mind on the teacup, and simply produce a duplicate next to it.”