Her thoughts were interrupted by the door opening again. Raven came in carrying a tray of food, which she set respectfully on Celestia’s desk. “Maybe you could have a few bites before the next message comes,” she suggested. “I don’t do my best thinking when I’m hungry.” She bowed slightly and stepped out of the room, leaving Celestia alone with her thoughts and the delicious smell of fresh-baked shepherd's pie. Unfortunately, before Celestia could do more than take a single bite, her secretary returned, holding yet another telegram.