With her muzzle almost against the surface of the pool, Honour inhaled the vapors. There was a mineral tinge to them -- it smelled a bit like the Fillydelphia shoreline, after a fresh spring rain had come and thoroughly rinsed away all the city's grime. The smiling ponies in the white jackets at the front desk did say that the water here was drawn directly from a natural hot spring, rather than Canterlot's glacial canals.