No, Major General Hoofstrong's criticism had stung, and it was for the same reason her mother's words had stung, too. Both of those old mares were right, and Lily knew it. It wasn't proper for a teenage filly to be blundering into Manehattan trashcans, staggering around in a stupor at three in the morning. And it was a dirty deed to gloat about shredding Kilfeather's wings to a room full of noblepony officers, too. 