He looked over at Twilight. Her head was bobbing slowly up and down, and her eyes were half-closed. She looked like a child who was up past his bedtime in the hopes of something interesting happening. He wanted to try and engage her—maybe it would help alleviate the sinking feeling he had whenever he thought about trying to befriend “all Ponyville.” Unfortunately, he couldn’t think of anything to say—just her name would exhaust a good portion of the words he knew in their language.