His horn glimmered and his saddlebags unlatched themselves, floating over the main room’s table and producing a small stack of mismatching papers. They shuffled as the investigator examined them with nearly-crossed eyes one by one before he plucked a piece from the pile, which set itself down on the floor. Then Looking Glass unfolded the paper with a bit of a flourish, revealing a map of Ponyville and the surrounding countryside.