There's a certain irony in that, she supposes, and she vows that when she gets it off, she's going to stick it around Twilight Sparkle's neck and see how she likes it. The fact that it will be a couple of sizes too small for a grown mare just makes the thought more appealing. She lays her head down on her crossed forelegs and exhales through her nostrils, feeling both bored and angry now.