“Celestia, do you want to get a pet?” Kyouko can see Celestia blink. “Is that all?” Kyouko moves her thumb against the sheets, relishing in the feeling of its softness. “It’s a large step in our relationship…” Celestia laughs, and Kyouko can’t help but feel as if she’s being mocked. “Of course,” Celestia agrees in a way that feels condescending, and Kyouko wants to come up with something witty that will knock her down a peg, but it’s three in the morning and nothing is coming to mind. “If you don’t want a pet then just say something,” Kyouko grumbles, her mood dampening. “That is not it,” Celestia tells her. “I am just… unsure right now. It’s early in the morning—why don’t we return to bed?” “We’re already in bed,” Kyouko says, and Celestia snorts. “Yes, we are. Now sleep .” “I want a pet,” Kyouko murmurs. “Not a dog. Neither of us have time to care for a dog constantly. But I think a cat would be nice, don’t you? Maybe I’m just tired.”