Princesses Celestia and Twilight trotted down the hallway at a leisurely pace the following morning, Twilight having had stayed in her old room in the castle overnight. She had sent back a message to Spike, letting him know that she would be in Canterlot longer than previously expected. She wasn't too worried about being gone; after all, Spike had proven himself able to take care of things for days on end. As a result, she was in no hurry to return when she could be learning of Equestria's history with Celestia.

"Ah, here we are, Twilight. This is the door to Discord's room," Celestia said, stopping in front of a large door that looked to be made of peppermint candy, but was in fact wood with a simple Illusion spell.

"This is...surprisingly plain for the Lord of Chaos himself..." Twilight said carefully.

"Oh, I know, I've been meaning to spruce up the décor around here, but Stick-In-the-Mud here -- I mean, Princess Celestia -- would rather I keep all of my beauty behind this door," Discord quipped, his face suddenly adorning the peppermint door in front of the two princesses. Twilight startled at the sudden intrusion, but Celestia merely blinked.

"Ah, Discord, we were just coming to ask you something. Or, rather, Twilight wanted to ask you something. Go ahead, Twilight," Celestia said, eyeing the other Alicorn.

"Oh! Um...yes, I did have a question. Discord...Celestia and I have been talking about early Equestrian history, and it was mentioned that you took on your worldy form shortly after Celestia. I was wondering...how does Chaos Magic work? It's not documented anywhere that I'm aware of, seeing as how you're pretty much the only source of it on Equus..." Twilight said, nervously.

Discord stroked his peppermint goatee for a moment, contemplating his answer. After a moment, he stepped out of the door entirely, Conjuring the three a set of chairs and a small patio table. Discord's chair was, of course, made of chocolate.

"Well, Princess, my Magic doesn't work. That is, to say, I don't make it work. It just does. All I do is consider an effect, probably change it mid-thought, and my Magic finds a way to carry out my wish when I snap my talons," Discord explained. "I will demonstrate," he added, a moment later. "I wish for some sort of beverage to appear on the table in front of me," he said aloud, punctuated by a snap. With a flash of light, a tall glass of chocolate milk appeared, complete with a silly straw in the shape of Princess Celestia's head. Celestia rolled her eyes.

"Oh! I see...so you don't directly control the Magic, you just sort of tell it what you want and it finds a way to comply? How is that chaotic?" Twilight asked.

"It may not seem chaotic at first, but it didn't have to produce chocolate milk. It could have easily produced lava in a stone bucket, or some sort of acidic, carbonated beverage. I just have a preference for all things chocolate, and my Magic takes note of that fact. Its whole purpose is to please me, after all, but in the most chaotic way it can depending on what I tell it to do," Discord summarized, sipping from his glass. The milk cycled through the colors of Celestia's mane as it passed through the straw's mane. She rolled her eyes again.

"Oh. I get it. That's surprisingly expected, actually, what with it being Chaos itself..." Twilight had already shut out the outside world, retreating into her thoughts to meditate on the true meaning of Chaos. Discord would be pleased, were he not too busy drinking the glass of his milk. He tossed the now-glassless milk behind him, where it shattered with a "quack" into glitter dust.

"Well, Discord, it has been...fun, I suppose...but I am afraid we should probably be going to meet with Chrysalis. We have some questions that only a Changeling could answer," Celestia said, pinging the patio set back to whatever dimension it came from. "You are welcome to join us if you want, thought I'm not sure you'll get anything out of it."

"I'll go for the sake of Chaos."

Meanwhile, in the Human Universe;

A man was standing in his doorway, looking out at his back porch. He scratched his head, confused, and said, "Now, I wonder where my patio set has gone to?" As if on cue, there was a flash of golden light, and his patio set appeared upside-down right where it used to be. Taped to the back of one of the chairs was a note that said, "Sorry!" The man shrugged, righted his furniture, and retreated back indoors before it began to rain.

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