"We talked about it earlier, dummy! Ever since I was a little filly, I've wanted to go to the Grand Galloping Gala!" Cheerilee rests her head on the table, a look of longing on her face all the while. "I want to wear a pretty dress and eat the high-class food and just get to be where the actually important ponies are." Anon stares at Cheerilee for a moment or two, though she doesn't notice. What she does notice is a golden ticket being placed on the table right in front of her nose. "H-huh?"