        Pinkie Pie pronked right up to Twilight, stopping with her muzzle an inch from Twilight’s.  Her icy blue eyes seemed devoid of any emotion whatsoever.  She was still panting a little from her improvised dance routine, and each time she exhaled, Twilight could smell a whiff of mint.  Finally, after what seemed like forever, she stepped back, and tilted her muzzle loftily in the air, as Rarity often did.