>As you are about to flip the pancakes in the pan, Celestia comes through the door.
>"Mmmh, I was wondering what that amazing smell was. Morning, Anon."
"Good morning, Sunbutt."
>Celestia giggles at the mention of her pet name.
>"You do know we have royal cooks here, don't you?"
>You turn away from the pancakes for a moment.
"Sure, but I thought the best Princess was deserving of a breakfast made by the best boyfriend."
>She mockingly punches you in the shoulder with a sheepish grin.
>Being the beta faggot that you are, you wince at the unexpected physical contact.
>Hot pancake batter goes flying everywhere, including onto Her Majesty The Sun Horse herself.
>She shrieks as the hot batter covers her, tries to dodge the rest of it but trips over her own legs and falls.
>You stand in the middle of the chaos, pulling your head between your shoulders.
"S-Sorry."
>The princess rolls around on the floor in pain.
>"Owwwww, ahh, I think I broke something, ugh."
 
>The next day.
>You're in the hospital wing of the castle, next to Celestia's bed.
>Her burnt face is bandaged, her front legs are in casts.
>Sweating profusely, you apologise.
"I'm sorry for what happened yesterday morning, really, really, sorry."
>Celestia gives you a weak smile.
>"It's okay Anon, it happens."
>You shake your head.
"No... it's not okay. Stuff like this always happens to me."
>You sigh while rubbing one of Celestia's ears.
"Anyways... I made some pancakes. Want some?"
>She smiles.
>"Sure. I'm dying to find out how they taste like."
>Your jaw drops in shock.
>"Y-You're dying?"
>Celestia rolls her eyes in jest and giggles.
>"It's just a figure of speech, silly. Now, her Highness wishes you to let me have a taste of those pancakes."
>You open a plastic box and get some out, together with a fork.
>Only then you remember that she couldn't use her front hooves.
"Uh, so how's this going to work?" you say, pointing to her front legs."
>"Well, I guess you just have to feed me." Celestia concludes.
>You let out a sigh.
"This'll be awkward, won't it?"
>After feeding Celestia some pancakes, a sudden realisation hits you.
"Wait, couldn't you just have used your magic?"
>Celestia grins sheepishly.
>"Sssht. Just let it happen, Anon."