"Oh, didn't I?" The scholarly young mare blinked, and Cook stifled an urge to laugh out loud. "Most of the time we were gone we spent galloping from pillar to post, but once in a while I had time to think. Some of that was . . . pretty bad. But sometimes—sometimes I'd remember a lesson or piece of advice I learned from my family, or Cadance, or Celestia, or my friends, or even you. By the time it was all over, I knew what I wanted to do and how I wanted to do it."