“You do,” Perry griped as the train lurched forward. “You look forward to flying out of Canterlot and slogging along muddy paths. But your students can never find you! You don’t even keep regular office hours.” He looked out the window at the station sliding by. “What if one of my students wants help with her thesis? What then? I won’t be there! I’ll be in some second-rate inn in Ponyville!”