Dust’s eyes narrowed. Her wings flexed instinctively, and she could feel the charge of static building up around her wings, ready if she needed it. She wouldn’t, of course. Violence wasn’t the pony way. But she remembered her foalhood, when conversations like this had been more common, and getting hurt wasn’t as rare. “Oh, I’m sure, Mayor Ledger. How about instead you take my form, and I pretend you didn’t just try to bribe me. No charge.”