The cordial hovered in front of Lyra’s face.  “Probably not.  I don’t think Princess Celestia would allow it.  Not after how the last meeting ended.”  She sighed regretfully.  “It’s too bad.  I’d have liked to see some more of his civilization.  The things he had in his camp—they were beyond anything ponies can make.  I can only imagine how fantastic his home must be.”