"But I don't understand, I already have a room at the other end of the palace," Max stammered when Celestia paused before a door just down from hers… one that wasn't there a few days ago.

"Max, I can't very well have my Consort living that far away," she stated, giving him that know-it-all smile she kept reserved for Twilight. "I'm not going to go wandering about the castle at 3 in the morning just because I suddenly get an itch only you can scratch…"

"…I…" he started to say as she opened the door and stepped past the threshold. What lay beyond nearly floored the human, "Holy Hell!" he blinked in surprise as he stepped into a very familiar bedroom.

"What do you think," Tia asked, turning to regard him after reaching the middle of the room.

"But, but how…" Max questioned as he glanced about HIS bedroom, the very one from the other side of the palace.

"The castle is magical, Max," she giggled as he ventured up to her side, his wide eyes darting about. "On command from either Luna, Dawn or myself, it has the ability to hide, move or create rooms as we see fit," she gave him a wink.

"Kinda like Hogwarts huh?"

"And what prey tell do swine having a skin blemish have to do with the palace?"

"Right, I forgot," he announced before moving over to his duffle bag, the confused princess following along. "Here," he said after searching his gear and pulling out a book. "Rabbit…er… Jesse got me hooked on the movies, but told me that the books were better." Celestia tilted her head in wonder as he held up a beat-up paperback tome… the cover read Harry Potter, And the Sorcerers' Stone.

"Oh my, you have literature from your world," she gasped as her magic snatched the book from his hands. To Max, she was acting like Twilight with a new spell.

"Now I know where Twilight gets it from," he chuckled, "Would my Sunbutt like to read it?"

"Oh yes please," Tia nodded happily, making a beeline for the door to his bathroom. From there he was surprised once again as she passed through said water closet, opening a second set of doors, and stepping into her bedroom.

"So we now share a bathroom," he offhandedly commented as he followed her swaying hindquarters.

"Yes," she didn't even bother looking back, her eyes glued to the book. "Will that be a problem?"

"No, just something we will both have to adjust to…" Max gave a shrug. "Though it makes me wonder just how a pony uses a toilet…"

"Wait," her attention suddenly snapped back to the human. "You can't tell me that, the whole time you worked on the farm, that you never saw a pony poop before?"

"Ummm, no, it's not that," he quickly said, trying very hard not to laugh… it's not every day you hear a princess say "poop". "It's just that the horses on my world didn't use flushing toilets."

"WHAT?!" Celestia screeched in shocked surprise. "Then where did they …go…?"

"Purity much wherever they wanted," Max shrugged and almost immediately Celestia looked ready to faint. "Hell, every day it was my job to muck out their stalls before heading off to school…"

"That's just… ICK!"