Author's Note

Scyphi gave Celestia the inpenetrable picke jar.

Celestia can't open her jar of pickles?

"Princess, what are you doing?" Raven droned. She didn't bother turning to address the alicorn in the room as she folded Celestia's crowns and put them in the dresser.

As for the alicorn in the room, Celestia grunted as she tried and failed yet again to open her jar of pickles.

"Stupid thing is screwed too tight," she muttered under her breath, pausing to switch to using her teeth. "I shwear, I'll hathhe whoether nade these things executed!"

"My, frustrated now, are we?" Raven put away the final blow-up crown. "Lemme have a look at it."

Celestia spit out the jar, handing it over (hoofing it?) with a pout.

Raven popped the top off the jar. She blinked, looking between the jar and the supposedly most powerful being on the planet.

She sighed and walked away.