-<em>Thank you very much. And I am a Pony Princess,</em>- I gracefuly take Marquis's hand and make a little curtsy, -<em>Which technically makes me your superior,</em>- I voice my observation with a smile.<br/><br/>Upon finishing formalities involved into ritual of greeting I take a glass of vodka, -<em>Cheers!</em>- and with perfected gesture pour it into my mouth. Familiar taste makes my face all wry for a moment. I take a sip of soda.<br/><br/>-<em>And no, my good sir,</em>- I continue, -<em>I'm not really a pony.</em>