Celest Vult!


                                            >Be Celestia

                                            >Your senas-

                                            >Your sinnes-

                                            >Your pony that handles stuff is out

                                            >"Luckily" Rarararararara was staying in that fancy broom closet and insisted her sister help repay you

                                            >It started out surprisingly good

                                            >Somehow, Swibbles can make authentic old world eggs

                                            >Baked Crystal Empire!

                                            >Hot Juice!

                                            >Croutons!

                                            >Even the mythical Pure Sugar Cube- a secret lost with the Foreclosure of Paradise Estate, yet this mini marshmallow does it by accident!?

                                            >That filler doesn't just cook cakes, she CRAFTS. CUISINE.

                                            >Her sister has no idea the kind of haute cuisine she's been turning down- and you plan to keep it that way

                                            >You might be looking at your future personal chef, if only you could lure her away from her suitors

                                            >The appled one will be easy, but what pony can resist the allure of the rare Chicken Pegasoid?

                                            >Even you, in your weaker moments, have been tempted to dredge up some old, old laws.

                                            >Luna is the only one who understands, and she understands too well- how many times have you had to cover for her bringing that Pipsqueak home?

                                            >A mare her age and a colt his age jumping on the bed! Scandalous! Yet.....

                                            >No, get your mind back in the present

                                            "Sweetie Belle, go make me one of your famous burnt juices, please."

                                            >She looks at you in a way you've seen billions of times before

                                            >No, something's different- you don't like that glaze in her eyes

                                            >"CELEST VULT!"

                                            >You don't parse her leaving, because you're losing your shit right now

                                            >That phrase takes you back

                                            >Eons ago, when your people were but animals among animals

                                            >Fearing the knife, the beast, the witch, the wars

                                            >OH the endless wars

                                            >The desperate odysseys to find safe land

                                            >All the close calls, barely stopped by a good Samare-itan

                                            >How much darker the world seemed, when the rainbow bridge dimmed for the last time

                                            >Everything after- the blood, the death, the erasure of languages and cultures and entire species

                                            >To rebuild and watch over a new world was your duty

                                            >To be the only adult mare amongst children, your punishment

                                            >Of course the only competent chef in the world would also use those words

                                            >YOU might deserve this, but you won't let the old world poison the new

                                            >You'll need to get Mister 47 on this, ASAP- And dredge up that old robot, you can't risk Rarity going rarinanners over a simple, ahem, cleanup


                                            >Be Swibble

                                            >Be having the best day ever

                                            >Princess Celestia likes your cooking

                                            >You want to impress her with your Pony Latin

                                            "CELEST VULT!"

                                            >It means "The Sun wills it" so it's totally appropriate to say when she asks for juice

                                            >She's so happy she doesn't even know what to say

                                            >Better go, that juice won't burn itself