On the season finale (spoilers ahead)

[magicalrealist]

So...i-it's really official now, isn't it? All I could've wanted was for my friends to go back to the ponies I know and love them as, but this...I don't know what to say. I just...want to thank all of my friends for being there. None of this would be possible if I didn't meet them when I came to Ponyville.

(She rolls her eyes.)

...And yes, you can add this to your list of titles for me. How many are on the list now? Princess, Touhou Girl, Jedi Knight...

...The One Free Mare? You're going to have to explain that one; I only know the term half-life for its literal definition.

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[magicalrealist]

...To be honest, I was expecting you to be there, laughing in her face. It's nice to see you didn't though.

(This is a new experience for Twilight, too! She never thought she'd ever say that sentence before, but hey, surprises. Life is full of them.)

Thankfully, the paperwork section won't be a problem, but I'm going to have to ask you not to eat any of it; those documents are crucial to keeping things in order.

...And I know you don't like order, but if you can tolerate some of that, we can tolerate some chaos.

(Why yes, she's okay with Discord being around the palace. It's still weird being casual and nice with him, but it's actually a rather pleasant experience.)

[nofunmakingsense]

I was laughing in her face in spirit, my dear Twilight Sparkle. Never fear. I was simply too busy with all of Celestia's busywork to be there in body.

Are you sure you don't want me eating any of it? Not even a tax report? It's a little dry for my taste, but it's an excellent excuse to not deal with it. [Of course it's a joke. Even if he hadn't been frozen in the garden while Twilight was apprenticed to Celestia, hearing anything said within his vicinity, it doesn't take much to know that Twilight Sparkle is happy with paperwork. He presses the back of his paw to his forehead melodramatically, a handkerchief that swirls with color like it's water appearing clutched in his talons.] But I suppose if you are willing to allow me my chaos, I am willing to allow you your order. Mostly.

[Yeah, tell him about it, Twilight. He hasn't had a nice, casual conversation in... ever. It's weird. But also kind of nice. He can't help but wonder if he should do something mean so he can maintain his reputation, but... well, he never knew how pleasant a simple conversation could be. Chaos is about inconsistency anyway, so who needs reputation maintenance?]