Once she was done, she settled in on the couch, taking the opposite end. It was a bit crowded—the unicorn had sprawled out once she'd left—but it was doable. Bon Bon slid under the cover and laid her head on the siderest.  She closed her eyes, but sleep proved to be elusive.  Yesterday, when Lyra had been officially announced, she’d cheered herself hoarse.  Spending the night at the embassy had been fun, especially since she’d sneaked in; it added a little more thrill to the rush she normally felt when she was sleeping somewhere unfamiliar.  Now, though, doubts were beginning to creep in.  Were days like this going to be continual?  Was some reporter from Canterlot going to accost her on the street and ask her personal questions?  If he did, he’d get bucked right in the teeth.  That would give him something to report.