The only thing that Starlight was officially in charge of was the kitchen, and if all the proper rules were in place and followed, Starlight would have done her cooking and cleaning and nothing else, but that wasn’t how things were working here. Sometimes, Diamond wondered if that was because the whole embassy was new and nopony knew how things ought to go, and sometimes she wondered if she should put her hoof down and get everything into a proper order, thoughts which had become more frequent since the disastrous—to her mind—meeting with Princess Celestia. That had been the only time in her life where she’d fully expected to be exiled or struck down at any moment; the fact that it didn’t happen was clearly pure benevolence on Princess Celestia’s part.