Author's Notes:

(Comedy, Slice of Life)

"If she had not finished, I do not believe it is reasonable that we would..." said Princess Luna, her voice trailing off as she noticed her sister's eyes glazing over.

Princess Celestia snapped back to attention. "I'm having a hard time following you, Luna. You're not going to make a proper ambassador until you drop your resistance to using informal speech."

"Why can't you use contractions?" asked Raven, Celestia's secretary.

"I have mild dyslexia," said Luna. "Contractions are... confusing, to my mind."

"They're distinct words, linguistically. You need them for clarity," said Celestia. "Raven, could you teach her?"

"I'll do my best," said Raven.

Two weeks passed. Celestia went to check up on her sister in the study.

Inside, Raven was a mess. Her mane was tangled and she seemed exhausted. Luna, however, was smiling.

"Have you made progress, Luna?" asked Celestia.

"I've!" responded Luna, beaming from ear to ear.