Lucky got her reply the very next day. It came the same way it had before, as a loosely encoded message, though it had been sent by telegraph instead of the mail. She already had the Forerunner ready to help her—easy when she had a dictionary of Equestrian words. It was still just a matter of finding the misspellings, after all. But where she had sent only a comparatively short message, Twilight Sparkle had taken no such precaution, but sent pages and pages of what was (on the surface) to be utter nonsense.