“It’s nothing,” Imlay replied, his smile getting bigger. Before Gilda could insist, he seemed to sense something to his right. Following his gaze, she saw a few Marines and a few ponies sitting together. From the looks of it, they were singing. “Huh. Excuse me, ma’am, but I’m going to have to tell them the news. And probably stop my Marines from teaching the Equestrians more explicit songs. God knows we’ve taught them enough on the way here.” 