        Pinkie’s mane deflated slightly, and she stopped bouncing.  Her expression as she looked at the page was slightly sad.  “Fine.”  She took a deep breath.  “That’s a filleting knife, a boning knife, cleaver, bread knife, don’t know, cook’s knife, don’t know, fork, sharpener, grapefruit knife, butter curler, peeler, paring knife, zester.”  She barely paused between words, and Twilight scrambled to keep up.  As soon as the quill had stopped moving, Pinkie took a deep breath, focused on the next page and began again.