                "But...big sis, I'm still hungry." Willow Wisp protested feebly as we trotted briskly towards Canterlot station in the early morning sunlight. Thankfully the streets were still empty with most of Canterlot still sleeping off the previous night's drunken revelry. Our hoofsteps were all that echoed across the white cobblestone streets as we trotted through the strewn confetti, flower petals and the occasional divebomb crater.