As it turned out, he didn’t have to wait too long. After a little bit of pantomiming and sketching about his mission tomorrow—in which he mostly learned that he was the worst artist of the three when it came to drawing ponies and people—the door opened to admit a plum-colored mare with the three smiling flowers on her hip that Twilight had sketched, and a matching grin on her face. It faltered a bit when she saw him, but quickly re-appeared.