Up in Twilight's loft, two beds were neatly made, the pillows fluffed to perfection and the sheets and blankets laid out with near-geometric accuracy. Two nightstands each contained an empty glass with an ewer of water beside it, and a sachet of fresh flowers hanging just above the partially-opened balcony doors gave the space a nice, fresh smell. Aside from the dragon sprawled out in his basket, the scene could very well have been an illustration in a book about hosting a proper sleepover. That, and the lack of anypony in the beds.