                I tried to ignore the rising bitterness, instead turning my attention back to Willow who had to canter a little to keep up with me. "I am actually impressed your appetite managed to survive that." I said to her grimly, recalling the state of chaos we had barely managed to escape earlier. We had arrived in the kitchen of Moonbutt's royal apartment only to find the princess taking cover behind an upturned kitchen table. She had a wooden chair held aloft in her magic like a manticore-tamer as she fought a titanic battle against a small but deadly metallic monster spitting burning pieces of bread at her. Luna's defense and her spirited commentary upon the monster's mother and her body weight was commendable to say the least.