Swiftwing shredded the wrapping and glared at the photograph, unaware that Princess Celestia had finished speaking. He wanted to call out that it was a fraud—that she had somehow had her ponies manipulate the photograph. She might not have thought of it, but maybe one of her EIA ponies had done it without informing her. They could have been on to Gerard; he'd spent more time in Canterlot than was wise . . . but what if it wasn't fake? If he opened his beak and accused her of trickery, what then? Gerard had been in the field ever since the cowardly pegasus had come by the embassy, and he had gone to Ponyville. I'm going to pluck him bare when he comes back, Swiftwing decided.