The Princess of Friendship sat down onto the crystalline floor of her Ponyville castle, casting aside several books that were once levitating in her magical grasp with a sigh of agitation.

“Ugh! Where is it? I know it’s around here somewhere!” Twilight exclaimed while levitating through another pile of books, hoping that one of them would hold the piece of information she desired.

Spike was doing his very best to restock the various books that Twilight kept rejecting, though he soon found it too difficult a task.

“Come on, Twilight! We’ve been at this for hours. Isn’t it about time we take a break?” Asked an overtired Spike, who himself was verging on agitation.

“I can't stop looking! I need to find this spell by tonight, or who knows what could happen!”

“But it's just a table cleaning spell. I really don't see what the big deal is.”

Twilight looked deeply at Spike, who responded by shrugging, and once again stating how unimportant this particular task was. At least, that's how Twilight chose to hear it, no matter how close or far it was from the truth.

“Spike, Princess Celestia is coming over TOMORROW for a very important meeting! This would be the first time she'd get to see my castle, so we must clean up everything! I mean absolutely everything, Spike. She's a princess, and she shouldn't be near a dirty castle, let alone enter one.”

Spike gave Twilight a deadpanned expression. “Uh, Twilight? You're also a princess, and this is your castle. Besides, you're starting to sound a lot like Rarity.” Spike said with a snicker.

“Rarity! Oh my gosh Spike, you're a genius! If any pony would know how to clean tables, it'd be her! Come on Spike, let's go!” Twilight turned to gallop away, only to stop a moment later upon realizing that Spike not only wasn't following her, but he seemed to be holding back laughter. “What?”

“It's just, you basically just called Rarity a maid!” Spike was now giggling freely, being unable to hold back any longer. “Rarity, cleaning tables for some high end Canterlot prince! Oh Celestia, that's funny!”

Twilight couldn't decide whether to frown, or to join in on the laughter. On one hoof, she was in a hurry, and talking about this wasn't helping her to get there any faster. While at the same time, she could admit that it was a pretty funny idea.

“Ugh, come on, Spike. We've got work to do! Besides, if we hurry, you might be able to catch Sweetie Belle before she goes to bed.”

“Alright, I'm ready. Let's go!”

Author's Note

I lost someone really close to me, and needed to publish this as a distraction. Ended up essentially splitting the original chapter up a bit. Just needed to publish this to clear my mind, ya know? Sorry for its quality.