Luna stomped the floor, eyes flashing in anger.  “We rue and lament the butchering of the Royal Canterlot language that was allowed whilst we were languishing on the moon.  Had we been present, we would have torn the fur from those ignorant professors one hair at a time.  We did not rise up in rebellion to have every ignorant jackanape befoul our glorious speech into the garbled rubbish it has become.”  As Twilight’s eyes widened, Luna took a deep breath.  “Very well, we suppose we must adapt to the times.  Art thou familiar with—“ she made face “—oneiromancy?”