Yes, We have.

We are curious about something. Tell Us about your Luna.

No, We are not.

Do you like what you feel? Our rump is quite well toned, if We do say so Ourselves.

Of course. *She thinks for a moment.* Would you mind if We revived one of the old titles? We would like to dub you Our Margravine. You would have the responsibility of organising Our militias in support of the regular army.

*Nightmare Moon pokes at the present gingerly, then backs away quickly.*

Heard from Celestia’s propagandists, no doubt. Are you really going to trust her word on it?

*Nightmare Moon unwraps one of the parcels and takes a leaf out. Breaking off a tiny bit, she puts it in her mouth and chews.*

Yes, it appears they were smart enough not to try and cheat Us. *She spits out the leaf, then washes out her mouth with a glass of water.* It should go without saying that you must tell nopony of this transaction.

Thank you for your help. Is there anything We can do to repay the favour?

We don’t know what you’re talking about, but if We did just purchase some sort of plant matter, it would not be ‘pot’. Marijuana has a few medical benefits and but no mystical benefits. We aren’t some hippony.

Starspray? Not that We can recall.

We knew a Star Swirl, once, but no Starspray.

*Nightmare Moon smiles and lies down.*

Of course. *She extends a wing like a ramp.* Hop on.

*The case is rather light, compared to the package. She notices a few Celestial guard patrols in the area, but they don’t seem to be looking for her.

Nightmare Moon is waiting to greet her when she arrives.*

Excellent! Now, let’s see the merchandise…

*Nightmare Moon takes the case and pops it open. Inside, the case is packed full of little bundles of dried leaves wrapped in plastic.*