At 6 in the morning, the princess of the sun is woken by her protege, who always has the enviable task of buffing her cheeks until they are red and rosy. This ritual has been handed down from unicorn to unicorn since, they say, since the castle was built. If pressed, nopony quite understands the reason for this practice any more, and really the princess would rather it were done away with entirely, but the celestial college, hidebound and dusty, insist. It builds up quite a static charge, and Celestia has learned to quietly earth herself against the fireplace as the buffing progresses.