With soft hooffalls, Luna moved up beside Celestia.  “We have finished with our nightly routine,” she said softly.  “As usual, we have no news of interest for thee.  Lunar Court was deserted.”  She sighed.  “We spent the hours examining Cloudsdale’s budget.  Didst thou know if they moved the weather factory but a thousand feet higher, they might cut their energy usage by a twelfth?”