Ever since his son had been returned to him and they had reconciled, he had been alive with new energy and simply insisted the entire fucking town came over to celebrate the rescue of the miners, the disappearance of the diamond dogs, and their long weeks of worry and suffering being over and now seemingly forgotten. It was preposterous. Welcome Sight was a good guy and all, but honestly, the inn he ran was a two bit affair. Literally, two bits a night. It was old, creaky, in disrepair, understaffed, understocked, and on the edge of town, so if you were going, you were going to need to leave the house early. Besides, the ponies had their families to attend to, having not seen them in such a long time and, you know, nearly dying in the process. It was simply an unreasonable thing to expect.