Their excitement is borderline contagious; I can't help but watch them, pointing and whispering in anticipation as Canterlot looms, hooves tapping on the train glass, smiling myself. A similar scene plays out among the other booths, as we get ever closer, with the other seats filled with muttering and window-gathering; I don't care about the other booths, though. My attention is torn between Derpy's tangible excitement shared with her daughter, and the dressed-up Capital of Equestria.