Twilight stepped back outside, her eyes fixating on the crown of the library. She decided to swing by Apple Honey’s shop on the way—it only would take her a block off-course, and she could get a copy of the newspaper. One of these days she’d have to get a subscription for the library, but the poor journalism irked her. How hard would it have been for Apple Honey to learn how to spell words properly? And tense agreement . . . but she shouldn’t complain, at least there was a Ponyville paper.