"So what is this stuff?"

"I think Fluttershy calls it 'golden goat' or something," Twilight stated, filling her bong with some warm water. "I don't know, I'm not that familiar with marijuana cuts."

"Have you ever smoked pot before?"

"Nope, that's why I'm technically studying it."

Twilight's hoof balled the weed into a small, little clump before putting it in the bowl. She quickly checked the location of the carb before wrapping her lips around the end of the tube and lighting.

"Is that even safe? Or legal, for that matter?"

The young princess sucked hard, letting the chamber fill with smoke. Once the chamber took on a deep, foggy appearance, she took her hoof off of the small hole and inhaled deeply. Spike watched in fascination as she held her breath for several moment before letting go.

"Wow, are you sure that's the first time?" the young drake inquired.

"Um, yeah." Twilight blushed. It had been her first time, though she had a habit of always taking her experiments seriously. Being Celestia's student came with quite a few responsibilities, one of which was to remain thoroughly clean.

"Not bad," she commented, smacking her lips. "A little strong for my tastes, but I feel quite relaxed now. You want a go?"

"Do you mean it?"

"No, I was just saying it to be random. Duh, I mean it Spike! It's not like we're going to be making a habit of smoking this stuff."

"But isn't it illegal?"

Twilight grinned, pointing at her wings. "Only if I say it is."

"Touche." Spike chuckled, taking the bong in his little hands. "Any tips on how to do this? You seemed pretty competent.

"Just treat it like any other lab experminet, Spike." She watched as he repeated the process, kindly reminding him not to slobber on the tube when he put his lips up to it.

"How does it feel?"

Spike coughed, trying to get the smoke out of his lungs. "G-great! Never better!"

"Oh Spike," Twilight said affectionately, pulling him into a hug. "I know I don't always say it very well, but you know I love you."

"Yeah, I love you too...sis."

The two of them stayed close, spending the night puffing away while periodically raiding their fridge of everything it had. Maybe Celestia's death had been a bad turn for the Equestrian economy and a pain in Luna's ass to deal with both celestial bodies, but that didn't matter. They had each other.

"Happy New Years, Spike."