You drop your shoes to the floor beside you and step into them. This draws Luna’s eyes down. You see her react to your feet, but she doesn’t comment. You’re going to have to figure out why ponies get so hung up when you’re not wearing any shoes. “Now I got a better idea than you being all mopey about literally a thousand years ago. How about we go back to talking stars. Your city is mindbogglingly gorgeous at night. Enough to bring me to tears. Why don’t you take me out there and show me all of your stars, now that you’ve seen some of mine?”