She was an utter failure with griffons.  She’d learned so much from the implosion of Rainbow Dash’s childhood friendship, although she had never had a chance to put any of it into practice.  Whether Gilda had poisoned the well—so to speak—or there just weren’t many griffons who were interested in visiting Ponyville, she couldn’t say, although she was more than ready should another appear.  She’d read books on griffon culture and tried her hoof at preparing a few of their favorite foods.  She’d had to buy a whole new set of utensils—mail-ordered from a supplier in Canterlot—since the Cakes didn’t have the kinds of knives Gustave's cookbook recommended, and were hardly going to let her use their pots and pans for cooking griffon cuisine.