I tried not to let my head hit the table, knowing it would be incredibly bad manners, but I was about fed up. For the last thirty minutes, I'd been inundated with inane questions from boring ponies who were obviously more curious about Fancy Pants' business card sitting before me. A few had offered me their own cards, and I had summarily tucked them away in my jacket pocket. As the latest boorish noblepony trotted away, and the latest card found its home inside my pocket, Celestia leaned over to me. "Jake, come now. You can't be disagreeable the whole time."