“No doubt,” he replied. “I wouldn’t know. I’m on my way to let Lyra know. She hasn’t accepted the post yet.” Fancy Pants paused, waiting to see her reaction. The glint in her eyes was all he could have hoped for. As badly-composed as the local paper was, she at least had her ear to the ground when it came to important local news. “I wonder how the mayor will react?” He tapped his hoof against the ground. “I suppose by tomorrow, there’ll be Canterlot reporters all over Ponyville, and maybe even a story in the evening paper.” Back off a little, he reminded himself. Just because it’s a small town doesn’t make them all idiots. Rarity didn’t become any less of a designer when her humble hometown was revealed. “I have to meet with her, but I’d be glad to answer any questions you might have afterwards. She’s at the hospital, I’ve been told. Good day, ma’am.”