'Oh Luna' is correct. The princess of the moon, though shorter than Celestia, is almost twice Love's size. She looks down at the bowls set aside for them and pauses for a moment. It's a bit small for a pony her size. But she doesn't say anything and ladles herself a very full bowl with her magic. She murmurs in appreciation as she begins to eat.

The two guards, come close, big, fanged grins on their faces. They aren't unfriendly smiles, but they are a little unnerving to other species of pony. "Yar! Be a fine night for a trip 'cross the briny sea. Don't ye agree, Zenith?" the first says.

"Aye, aye, Cap'n Eclipse! That it be!" the second agrees. They both giggle, a strange, high-pitched sound that reminds Love of bats.

Luna fixes them both with a mock-glare. "Belay that talk, ye scurvy scallywags!" she bellows, though in a very well-practiced pirate accent, "How dare ye mock our good host with yer poor imitations of proper piratical plundering...Ponyfeathers, I can't think of a word for 'speech' that begins in 'p'." The two night guards collapse in a fit of giggles and Luna harrumphs self-importantly. "Yes. Well the confounded language changes so often. Ye can hardly blame me." She takes a bite of soup-soaked bread. "Thou wert correct. Tis very tasty," she says.