We should have had the embassy at my house. That was a silly idea: their house wasn't big enough for Dale and Kate and Starlight and Diamond Mint and all the other ponies and minotaurs and griffons and whoever else might come to visit. And Bon Bon wouldn't like for another mare to be in her kitchen. She wouldn't like that at all. Lyra herself had been smacked on the muzzle with a stirring spoon more times than she could count. Something about unicorn magic messing up the chocolate, which was almost certainly a lie.