“Have you ever thought about what you see in my night?”

“Once or twice, I guess.”

"Oh?”

“I always imagined the stars were firebreathing dragons, and the moon was made of cheese.”

Luna blinked and looked up at her massive companion. “Cheese?”

He chuckled, shaking the mountaintop with its volume. “I know, weird right?”

“Quite.” She affirmed. “I hope Twilight wasn’t the one teaching you such inanities about my domain.”

“When we were younger, she believed that the moon was the biggest library ever.”

Luna snorted. “A ridiculous notion.”

Spike sighed and smiled. “It wasn’t for us, not back then.”