“How nice,” Crimson muttered blandly. She scrutinized the other mare for another moment, long enough that Starlight began to feel uncomfortable. She once more looked at the crowded tavern. Every last one of them was smiling, laughing, joking about one thing or another. They were likely having conversations as inane and as pointless as this one, all to no end other than… to have them? Crimson sighed. “This was a bad idea.”