"You're ridiculous." She laughs softly, shaking her head. Our banter is cut short, as the two guards are a few feet ahead of us, looking at us expectantly while waiting beside the entryway back to the garden proper, the hedges and flowers visible behind them. Well, one of them is -- the other is trying to keep an eye on the filly that just raced between me and Derpy, and is now darting between his legs. He's got no idea what to do.