"Inquiry into whether or not local tax should be raised. She's the Mayor. The... Cutie-Mark-Elected Official?" Arnon was still coming to terms that Ponies careers were essentially chosen for them by puberty magic. "Adjusting local tax should be decided by looking at their budget, income, general economy and debt, and only mailed here as a properly formed proposal at the least. This is just... asking if they should or not. It's a waste of paper and the courts time. Like mailing the Queen of England if you can use an Outhouse." He huffs, already squinting at the next letter.