Applejack looked about the boat and its occupants, friends all, though she hadn't been speaking to two of them a few minutes earlier. "I gotta say, Twilight, you answered darn near everything."
Twilight frowned. "Why the qualifier?"
"Well, you cleared up what was us not sharin' our plans with each other and what was the bunyip havin' lunch, but I still got one question."
"What?"
"You grew up in Canterlot. Middle-of-the-continent, side-of-a-mountain Canterlot. When did you learn how to sail a boat?"
Twilight grinned. It started small and grew, not so much slowly as inexorably.
"Well, what about you?" blurted Spike. "Everypony said you were sailing the other boat, Miss 'Ponyville, born and bred.'"
Pinkie giggled on her perch atop the bunyip's head. "Not that we got out of the harbor."
The grin collapsed as Twilight put a hoof to her chin. "I was wondering about that."
Applejack drew herself up and, in an accent that spoke of high rises and citric acid, said, "I may not have spent much time in Manehattan, but I still received something of an education, including a simply lovely jaunt aboard my uncle's yacht."
"I keep forgetting you can do that," said a flushed Rarity.
Applejack shifted her hat over her eyes. "Well, ain't like I go 'round remindin' ponies. Still, that's me. What's your story, Twi?"
The smile began anew.
"Come on, girls, it's Twilight. She probably read it in a book. Heh heh." Spike's grin tried make up in teeth what it lacked in sincerity. "Right, Twilight?"
"Oh no, Spike." The grin had reached Pinkie proportions.
"Oh no is right," Spike said, a look of purest despair in his eyes.
"After all..."
He turned to the others. "Everypony, I am so sorry."
"... I know all about..."
"I tried to save you from this."
"... the greatest ship of all." Twilight reared up and spread her forelegs. "Friendship!"
Even the bunyip groaned.