give her celestias head upon my rusty spear

………… How do you fit in my bookcase.

Smooch. She’ll be too stunned to do anything about it.

ask her how the hell she became 6ft tall

Blink in confusion. Make sure she’s real by scratching her behind her ear. Spend the next day bragging about how I legitimately managed to bed princess Luna.
 
_{As in my bed is right next to me and to be at eye level she’d had to be lying down on it. Geddit? Eh? Eeeeh?}

Excu-uuuse me, princess!

Ohai didn’t see you there!

Kiss, then probably, die.

I will chat with her hug her, make her feel comfert in my room and then I ask of she loves me.

Hot gooey lovin’

I’d go and re-examine my life, and upon finding out how much I don’t care about it, attempt to make a conversation.

Say hello and hug. Then she can chill on the couch while I play Dark Souls.

Watch her like a retard for few seconds, then rising a hand: “hi”.

“I’m ready to go home now, your majesty.”

scream fall down then say hello

“I’m still not feeling well Luna and I got work to do later. You can help yourself to my PS3 if you like.”

Smile, get up, go over to her and hug her…if she lets me hug her, that is.

Squee!

Good afternoon, Your Highness. What brings you to our neck of the temporaspacial woods?

Hugs, of course.

Wonder how she managed to get stuck through both my couch and the wall to my neighbor’s apartment, then help her out before my neighbor’s dog does something embarrassing to her.

Turn back to the computer screen and scratch her behind the ears.

Trotsky: Nah, it’s sunflowers that keep Luna away

Daisy: Well, she is a pony

Hopefully, it doesn’t keep Luna away.  
She’s pretty cute.