When Twilight didn't answer, the audience in the courtroom leaned forward. When her head went down and her hoof began tracing over the desk, whispers were exchanged. Fleur glanced back at Fancy Pants, an unreadable expression on her face. As the silence dragged on, Twilight's hoof movements became more pronounced, and Noble Voice got a broad grin on his face, like his worst enemy had just fallen into her own trap.