[Robin notices the mark as she sets the plate down. Red and green apples cut into a star shape, with some grapes scattered around to represent galactic clusters. Though she notices the spot and moves Twilight's hoof away to get a better look]

We'll need to use more padding I think.

[she moves to sit beside her, sipping her own coffee] We might as well stock up on that--who knows how long the textile workers will strike. [she glances at Twilight] Why do you think they're holding out?