Who: Luna & Jay When: Evening Where: Luna's Apartment What: Breakfast For Dinner Rating: Low? Closed
The princess had never really mastered the skill to cook despite her years on the island and the need to feed herself. Some things simply never changed, though she gave it her all. When Charlie was growing up and she saw him she tried to cook something good to eat; usually it ended up burnt and she'd call her friends at the diners and bakeries and restaurants for help. Breakfast seemed to be the only food she could manage because it was simplistic enough a dummy like her had to be able to figure it out. So, figuring the best time to see her friends was just before they slept and when she awoke, Luna offered to make breakfast for dinner.
Two dozen sand dollar sized pancakes stood stacked on a large plate next to a bottle of what was called syrup on the station. Another plate had one dozen sausages that seemed on the crispier side but not quite burnt still steaming from the pan. Eggs full and fluffy filled a bowl to complete the breakfast trio all of which was under a translucent violet dome likely conjured by Luna's magic to keep fresh and hot. Juices and milk wait in the fridge to be poured. All that was needed was her guest. Oh, and clothes.
Twenty years away from Equestria and Luna still absolutely loathed dressing up. Human attire was so restrictive, which was why everything she wore consisted of halter tops, strapless gowns, or easily modified pieces that could go around the strong joints of her wings in her shoulders. Sauntering off into her bedroom the princess began to dress, flicking through her closet with a magical glow around the hanging garments as she crossed her arms and stood back to admire the pieces as they passed by. No...no...no....no.......no........Would Jay be offended if she were nude? Probably. Most people were. She sighed and settled on a royal blue number that combined the elegance of a dress and the dignity of a cape, two large slits hanging open in the back for her wings to protrude. Donning her traditional princess regalia of universe black, midnight blue, and starlight silver upon her head, throat, and wrists she paused once in the mirror. Acceptable. A hand tossed at her hair that seemed always just barely afloat in the faintest of breezes before she head to the living room to wait. If she so recalled her friend; he was quite dapper. She would hate to be out of place!