>You are lead to a barren room.
>It's one of many in the castle, but this one is close to where you sleep.
>It's not much more than a broom closet, really.
>In fact it probably is a broom closet.
>But you've never let such petty things as common sense get in your way.
>You dismiss the pony you asked to find you a spare room, and get to work.
>You open a window and start pulling in some space.
>Once you feel you have enough, you start pushing the space into the closet.
>Much better!
>The room is now about the size of a dining room.
>Still barren though.
>You start walking backwards through the halls until you stumble upon an actual dining room.
>You steal all the furniture you can carry, and drag it back to the room.
>Once it's in the room, you decide that it still isn't good enough.
>You stand a while in thought before putting a table in the middle of the room and giving it a spin.
>It spins in place, and you get an idea.
>You grab a chair and throw it, curving the throw sharply.
>It starts orbiting the table in the center of the room.
>Perfect!
>You toss a few more chairs into orbit around the table, and hop onto one as it goes past.
>As you swing past your pile of furniture a few more times, you nick some of the smaller tables.
>You throw the smaller tables into orbit around the chairs.
>This room is really coming together now!
>You fall off your chair and start wriggling along the floor towards the center table.
>You lift it into the air, and place it firmly there.
>It keeps spinning.
>Then, you hop onto a passing chair and stomp on it a few times.
>That side of it's orbit lowers, and the other side rises.
>You wait for the perfect moment before leaping from one chair to the other.
>You swing under that chair and punch it's underside, raising that side of it's orbit.
>Anon Yttri Mous, Space Scientist.
>You leap between the remaining chairs, and a few well placed smacks puts them on slightly imperfect orbits.
>You leap off the final chair and combat roll.
>Now all the room needs is a fresh coat of paint.
>Maybe a few windows.
>Nevermind the fact that this room is directly adjacent to nothing but other rooms, you'll figure it out eventually.
>You leap out a window, and start hopping backwards through Canterlot.
>Apparently it's the dead of night, as evidenced by the fact that you can't see anything.
>You keep hopping until you find some sort of store that looks like it sells paint.
>Canterlot stores are much worse than Ponyville stores.
>They don't even look like what they're selling.
>Nevertheless, you open the door and enter the store.
>The light's are off, which is a problem.
>They should really cater to people trying to buy paint in the middle of the night.
>To rectify their obvious oversight, you grab a hold of some air and shake it until it bursts into flames.
>You toss it into orbit above your head.
>With the shop thus lit it's easy to find some pails of paint in the color you want.
>A nice sort of green.
>You moonwalk out of the store, making sure to shut the door on your way out.
>You extinguish your headlamp and start skiing back to the castle.
>You crash through an open window and end up tumbling back to the room.
>Fortunately your paint didn't spill on the way here.
>You pick yourself up and walk into the room.
>All the tables and chairs and such are still orbiting and spinning and all those good things.
>You put your pails of paint on the floor carefully, then kick them.
>The paint spills out all over the floor, and you leap in.
>After rolling around a bit, you start crawling all over the room like a gecko.
>Eventually the room is covered in a uniform coat of green paint.
>It's still wet though.
>Nothing a bit of heat can't sort out.
>Now, what's a good source of heat?
>Fission!
>You bound out of the room, still dripping with green paint, and find one of the night guards.
>You tackle him, and wrest his spear from his grasp before sidejumping away at top speed while cackling like a madman.
>He gives chase, but is incapable of catching you.
>You make it back to the room, and shut the door behind you.
>Should keep him out.
>Now, to split an atom.
>You start twirling the spear around before suddenly slamming it down.
>The tip splits a single atom of oxygen in the air, and the room erupts into flames.
>When the flames die down The spear is a melted pile of metal, the furniture is completely unharmed, and the paint is perfectly dried.
>You peel your second skin of green paint off, before realizing you can't get the paint out of your clothes.
>Ahh well. Guess green's just what you're wearing from now on.
>At least your skin isn't green.
>You Swing open the door, and find a whole bunch of night guards waiting for you outside it.
"Hello!"
>They seem to be taken off guard.
>"Uh. Hello?"
"I suppose you'll be wanting this?"
>You toss them the semi-solid piece of what once was a spear.
>They all recoil at the same time.
>"What did you do to it!?"
"Science!"
>You slam the door in their faces, and wait for them to leave.
>You open the door again, and they're still there.
"What do you want?"
>"He can hardly guard without a weapon, now can he?"
"Can't he fend off ne'er-do-wells with his razor sharp wit?"
>They stop for a moment, in thought.
>"I don't think we've ever tried that. This'll save us a fortune in equipment costs."
>And with that, they leave.
>You begin to tiptoe backwards through the castle, ending up in the kitchen.
>Well, a kitchen. You aren't sure if there's more than one.
>You rifle through the cupboards and find some tea, some sugar, a teapot and several cups with matching saucers.
>You balance them all on your fingertip from smallest to largest, with the saucers on their edges at the bottom, and the teapot at the top.
>Then, you take them to your green tea room.
>They all go on the middle table, and you go back to the kitchen.
>It is time to make breakfast for Celestia!
>There's no real reason to do this, it just seems like a nice thing to do.
>Hmmm.
>You get some stuff out of the inexplicable fridge.
>Some eggs.
>Some cream.
>Yeah, that looks about right.
>You crack some eggs into a jug, then pour some cream in.
>Then you punch the resulting mixture until it looks nice.
>You turn on a stove and place a frying pan on it.
>A splash of cooking oil, then you pour your terrible scrambled eggs mixture into it.
>You punch it until it becomes scrambled eggs.
>You are the best chef. You should get a fancy hat to show as much.
>You grab a handful of scrambled eggs and drop it on a plate.
>Good job. 10/10. Best breakfast ever.
>You take the breakfast to Celestia's room, and open the door silently.
>As you stand over her, her alarm clock goes off.
"Good morning, Celestia!"
>She groggily awakens, and turns off her alarm.
>You hold the scrambled eggs down beside her.
>She accepts them and starts to eat.
>No fork or anything, so it's a bit messy, but whatever.
>You drag her out of bed, and she doesn't resist.
>She doesn't seem to care. It's probably too early to bother.
>You drag her out the window, and into the courtyard, where you drop her.
"Now raise the sun."
>She staggers to her feet, and her horn lights up.
>The sun pops up from behind the horizon, and Celestia lies back down on the ground.
>Good enough.
>You drag Celestia back to her bed, then just as she gets under the covers, you fall unconscious.
>You wake up some time later.
>Celestia has gotten up on her own by now, and you've been put on her bed.
>You slide off the bed and end up in a pile on the floor.
>You get up and start wandering the castle.
>You find Celestia drinking tea on a balcony.
"Hello!"
>She looks towards you.
>"Hello, Anonymous. I didn't get to thank you for that breakfast, did I?"
"No, you didn't, but that's fine!"
>She goes back to her tea.
"This is kind of a dull place to be drinking tea, isn't it?"
>"I suppose it could do with some more excitement, I suppose."
>You tear your side of the balcony door off, and galumph back to the green room.
>You slap the balcony's door on a far wall, and enter it.
"Please, do come in."
>Celestia gets up, and enters the room.
>She smiles broadly when she sees the chaos ensuing.
>She flies up to one of the chairs, and you leap onto one.
>You hop from chair to chair until you get to the one closest to the spinning table in the middle.
>You get the tea supplies, and hop back to an outer chair.
>Now you need water.
"Be back in a moment."
>You stop being in the tea room
>And start being in the kitchen.
>You grab a kettle, and fill it with water.
>Then you stop being in the kitchen
>And start being in the tea room again.
>You bounce onto a chair, then put the kettle firmly in the air beside you.
>You form your hands into fists, then spark one off the other.
>A reasonable sized flame is formed, and you push air into it to make it bigger.
>You grab the flame and put it under the kettle, then close your eyes.
"Close your eyes too, Celestia."
>A few seconds later, the kettle starts boiling.
>"How did you make it boil so fast?"
"Well, if a watched kettle never boils, fewer entities looking at it must make it boil faster."
>"I guess that makes some amount of sense."
>You pour some tea into the teapot, then some boiling water.
>You give it a bit, then pour some tea into a cup.
>Some sugar, some milk, done.
>You wait until an opportune time, then toss the cup of tea.
>It arcs around the room, before being caught in Celestia's telekinesis.
>She sips it daintily, and you pour yourself a cup of tea.
>Luna enters from the balcony.
>"Sister! The door to the balcony wasn't there, but-"
>She looks around.
>"What is this?"
"It's a tea room. We can drink tea here."
>"And why is the balcony here?"
"Because it's more convenient for it to be there. Would you like some tea?"
>You pour a cup of tea, with sugar, milk and all that, and throw it in an arc around the room.
>It ends up orbiting Luna's head.
"Please, take a seat."
>She flies to a chair, and sits in it.
>Kind of inefficient, she should've just waited for the next time it swung past.
>But whatever, it's done now.
>She removes the cup from orbit around her head with her telekinesis, and starts to drink it.
>You drink your own tea, and upon draining your cup, ask a question.
"So, how do you like your tea?"
>Celestia speaks first.
>"Black, with lemon squeezed in."
>Then Luna.
>"Very milky, and very sweet."
>Makes sense.
>You don't have any lemons handy, and have no idea where to find any.
>Ah well.
>Celestia sets her cup down.
>"Could you pass the tea, Anon?"
>You toss the tea making supplies around the room, getting gravity assists from other chairs and tables, before the tea stuff ends up orbiting Celestia.
>"Thank you."
>After pouring her own tea, she tries to return everything, but it gets stuck in orbit around the center table.
>As it passes by you, you reach out and catch the stuff.
>Disaster averted.
>You all sit in the tea room in a companionable silence.
>After some time, Luna pipes up.
>"So, how did you get all this furniture to move in such a strange way?"
"Not telekinesis, that's for certain."