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// Round Up From Last 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Dear Applequack,

Of all the ponies I expected to uphold their greatest value that Twilight had seen, I would never have predicted that you would lie outside of a Discord intervention, especially over something as petty as pride and money.

Look, I know your family has a habit of making mountains out of molehills. Apple Bloom had made that quite clear in the letters she had sent me about her lessons learned, and Granny's always worried that she takes advantage of my generosity too often. 

I reminded her that Mayor Mare asks me for funds all the time, and I almost never turn her down because those are usually for town emergencies. Even a personal emergency like a lack of hair dye to keep her hair shimmering silver was of no consequence; what's a bag of bits between good friends that are good on their word?

Which circles back to you, Appleknack. I understand you promised you'd bring money back after your little venture. I even admire your determination in seeing to it that the money would come, even going so far as to have a backup plan to bring bits home.

But what I don't admire is the way you went about this by lying instead of openly admitting your faults to your family, one so understanding of faults within their members it rivals even Fluttershy.

If this feels like reiteration, that's because this is, and it's really important. Family will always be there for you, even if they may not be understanding of all your decisions. The only fault is if a family carries too much pride within themselves--much like the nobles here where a name matters more than anything--but that is not your family.

The sooner you learn this, the better.

Sincerely,

Princess Celestia

P.S. Tell Granny I can't go bar hopping this week. The nobles got antsy over me declaring Canterlot benefit parties illegal after I found out the benefactors weren't charities, but themselves. Just tell her I'm dealing with rich pony problems again; that should be more than enough.

Evening, Luna... what's wrong?

Oh, Luna. Don't mind the nobles. They always get riled up when I spot some dumb thing they do that makes no sense and just exists to piss off poor ponies even more. What should their words matter to me--

"Bit breaking, cake cramming, date damning, fanny flogging, joy jamming, party pooping waste of a crown and a title?" Please, that's kindergarten insults. It's not like they insulted our mother--

...Luna, get your horn.