Luna watched from the stained glass window of the throne room as the sun slowly lowered to the west. From her position, in one of the largest mobility carts available, she could see the sun sink over the western horizon.

Without missing a beat, Luna summoned her own magic and raised the moon, breathing life into the millions of stars so they would twinkle along. It was a familiar sensation, and a welcome one. Other than eating, sleeping, and rare bouts of hunger, Luna wasn’t able to get the variety she’d always craved in her life.

No more midnight flights, no training, no nothing but being here in the throne room in her cart. Until her hundreds of pounds broke it, at least. Luna didn’t mind the monotony of her days, not really. She had the dreamscape still, and that was enough sensation of anypony willing and able to enter it.

Her nightly duty done, Princess Luna allowed herself to relax for a while. It would take a while for ponies to fall asleep, and she wanted to be in the dreamscape when the majority would be asleep. To do otherwise could leave somepony in a nightmare she couldn’t detect. Nightmares were increasingly rare, but she still wanted to be safe.

Once enough time had passed for her to be sure the vast majority of ponies were sleeping, Luna allowed her consciousness to drift into the dreamscape. With her magic she could scan dreams, set up wide alarms for ponies at risk, and generally just keep half an eye on everypony’s dreams without needing to consciously look through them all.

Almost all of them featured eating to some degree, and had been for a long time. For almost all ponies, food dreams had become a welcome companion to their new lives, allowing ponies to eat what they couldn’t afford in real life. Luna had pushed these dreams to the extremes before, hoping to ford some happiness to the dreamers.

Skimming through the dreams on a surface level, Luna was content to leave well enough alone. Ensuring she would be alerted should any nightmares arise, Luna allowed herself to back out of the dreamscape.

Feeling contented because she knew her subjects were contented, Luna looked up at the night sky. Both she and Celestia could tell the time without clocks, through their magic and through sheer experience.

I wonder if it’s too late to order a third dinner? Luna pondered. She wriggled her muzzle a little, tossing the idea around in her mind. Whatever. I’m sure the cooks would love a challenge this late.

Luna rang her assistance bell, and when Honey Night appeared, she barked her food order, “Tell the chefs I want as many of those new-fangled ‘tacos’ I keep hearing so much about! As many as they can make!”

Author's Note

A companion piece to Celestia's Growth. Thank you SquishyLuna for the request.

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