>You sit at the royal dining table with the princess sisters, waiting for breakfast.
"So what's for breakfast this morning?" you ask Celestia.
>"I wish I knew, Anonymous. It's a surprise every morning. Not that I mind."
>Luna snorts.
>"Some predictability would be nice. What if it happens to be a food not suited to our palettes?"
"Well, you could starve."
>"I doubt our chefs would allow a royal to go hungry."
>"Hush, you two. Luna, Anonymous, if you must know, our cooks are attuned to both of our tastes. I doubt they would serve us something we don't enjoy."
>At that moment, a chef runs out with the serving tray.
>He sets it on the table, and looks at the sisters expectantly.
>"Anything else I can get you, your Majesties?"
>"No thank you, that will be all."
>"Yes, you may be off."
>Satisfied with the answers, the chef scurries back into the kitchen.
>Celestia lifts the lid off one of the plates and finds scrambled eggs with spices and cheese sprinkled in.
>She hums, a dissatisfied look growing on her face.
"I see your expression, Celly. I thought you said the chefs knew what you two liked?"
>"They do, Anonymous! It's just...I would guess there was a new member added to the staff."
>Luna ignores the both of you and serves herself.
"What's wrong with the eggs, anyways?"
>"Well, it's just...I don't enjoy scrambled eggs. I prefer if they were-"
"SUNny side up!?" you blurt out.
>Both sisters stare at you.
>Luna begins to snicker before breaking out into laughter, almost falling off of her seat.
>"I was going to say over-easy, Anonymous."
"But SUNny side up would make more sense, wouldn't it?"
>Celestia responds by shoving a spoon of eggs into your mouth.