After a moment of thought, while staring at that changeling in the mirror, before biting a piece of the pot that held a tree in my room. While I had some pot for breakfast, I figured if somepony might kill me for ruining the suit they made me, then that’s fine. At least then I won’t have to question if these ponies want me dead. Most of the mares in the palace, especially Luna, look at me while smelling like they want to mate. I say most mares because I end up licking female guards on the nose just to see their reaction, and also because they called me cute and deserve to get punished for it.