“You too.” Daniel said, hoping that the lie would drive off Kickback. Once the councilor was out of sight, he banished the proposal to the depths of his bag and let his face relax. When he’d first arrived in this world, most of the Canterlot higher-ups had wanted him either imprisoned or dead; a “hairless ape” they’d called him. Now that he was an ambassador, everyone and everything wanted to get on his good side. They’d invite him to parties, give him rare and expensive gifts, the works. Behind the facade of friendliness was the same unspoken message: I scratched your back, so can you scratch mine?