Batpony: Here, the donuts you asked your highness. I found a way to take them without Princess Celestia noticing. Luna: Nice work. I knew you had the talent for this kind of task. Batpony: May I ask where are we going? Luna: Oh! I nice little hideout I found for this kind of thing. Batpony: You mean midnight snacks? Luna: Umm... I-if you stay quiet about all this... I'll make sure you'll get a discount for the next ones you'll buy for yourself. Batpony: Really? I'd feel honored! Uh.... I mean... that is very kind of you, y-your highness... Luna: Let's stop the chatting and let's eat, shall we? Follow me. Batpony: Yes, your highness.
"This is probably the first time I drew Luna that's not insane, bipolar, traumatised or drunk." Not so, my good friend. I mean, throughout part of the Camping Comic, she was relatively sane, just until her cake was stolen.
Still, fantastic picture though, as always with your work.
"Sir, we have a problem." "Ugh... it better be a buckin' big one to be wakin' me at this hour! " "The Private just came back from the coffee and donut run - coffee, but no donuts. He says Joe told him Princess Luna and her guards cleaned him out during the night and that he wouldn't have any donuts made for another hour at least." "Well what are you still doing standing there Lieutenant?! Go find where she put them before Celestia blows her top!" "Right away sir!" (exit double time marching) (groans) "Too early for these kind of shenanigans... "