“...Luna’s left leg…” My daughter facehoofed, and took a deep breath. “Thank you for taking me out of Tartarus, by the way. No matter how nonsensical and stupid you are, you are my dad now. So I guess I can be happy with how things are turning out. I can finally use a coloring book with a full set of crayons… it’s a lot more satisfying than emotionally manipulating everypony into doing what I want them to do.” I was now sitting right in front of her, ruffling her mane with my hoof that I turned into a griffin claw.