Celestia silently blessed the royal chefs’ skill with food as she gazed down at the mighty bowl of before her. Smothered in spiced cream, the lettuce and fruit glistened alluringly as if demanding the attentions of the princess’ royal palate.
 
“My little student, it’s time for dinner! Come take your seat,” the princess warmly called, only to find Twilight Sparkle’s huge, glittering eyes already peering across the tablecloth, the tiny little filly forced to stand on her hindlegs on the chair to even peek over the table’s edge.
 
“I made you a dwawing.” Twilight Sparkle shyly announced, still a little intimidated by the nigh-goddess she’d be dining next to.
 
Smiling, Celestia took the piece of paper, and laid it next to her salad bowl so she could admire it as she-
 
Celestia hesitated. There was something that bothered her about Twilight Sparkle’s drawing, something that niggled at her mind. It was a picture of her at the table, drawn in typical kindergarten style. The table consisted of three lines, two for the legs, and one for the surface. The bowl was a sideways D, filled with little green stripes.
 
The drawn Celestia sitting at that simple table was no stick-figure, though: Her body was a big, round circle. Her neck, an oval. Her head, another circle, and while her mane and tail were glorious, flowing rainbows of crayon color, her legs were four blobby little columns under her spherical body.
 
The princess sighed. From the mouthes of innocent foals  
Silently, she pushed her giant bowl of cream-covered fruit in front of her startled little pupil, and pulled Twilight Sparkle’s bowl towards herself.
 
Staring glumly at the tiny filly-portion of salad in front of her, Celestia quietly cursed the royal chefs’ skill with food.
 
Dieting was going to be hard.