You didn't put too much stock into it. It had only been a few months since you arrived, and you didn't want to push the envelope when it came to customs. Every pony in the castle had been incredibly accepting of you, with the exception of Prince Blueblood—whose pompous demeanor was standard for a stallion like him, Aqua had informed you. The guards were your best friends, with the chefs being a close second: they enjoyed being around you, even if it was to just idly laze around and just talk.