        A tiny part of her mind suggested that she should write a scathing letter back to the Princess, telling her that if she thought she could do a better job, she ought to just come out here and try.  Of course, she never would—if she did, she’d no doubt find herself banished to the moon.  She’d just have to try harder.  She could start by going to lunch with Zecora tomorrow.  Twilight had promised herself to spend more time with the zebra, yet other things always were coming up.  In this case, perhaps Zecora could offer a different cultural perspective.  Maybe even Gilda, if Rainbow knew how to get in contact with her.