“Thank you.” Hickory Hocks settled into a couch. “It’s—well, Princess Celestia is keeping some details under her wing, but from what I understand, the embassy’s underprepared. Still trying to figure out some of the day-to-day functioning, still working on language but we can’t keep them hidden away forever. Nobody but the griffons have raised a stink about it yet—they’ve sent at least one ‘head on a pike’ letter—but some of our closer allies are strongly hinting that they’d like an early meeting, just to get the first matters settled. And I don’t blame them. But, at the embassy there’s no routine, from what I hear. Admittedly, many of those reports are coming from biased sources. 