Twilight walks out of her guest room in the castle of the Crystal Empire. Shining Armor is sitting in a chair, reading a book spread out on a table in front of him. She makes a conscious effort to ignore the fact that he's reading a book. Yep, the book doesn't matter to her. Not at all. And she can prove it.
"Book morning," she says. "Good. I mean good morning." See? She has herself under control.
"Morning, Twilight," he says. "Wow, this book sure is interesting."
Horseapples.
"Great," she says. "I believe you. In fact, you don't even have to tell me the title and I'll still believe you! Please don't tell me the title."
"Duck Bills?" he says with a head tilt. "What's wrong with that?"
"No! Agh. It's happening again!" she says, rubbing her head with a hoof.
"Twi, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" he asks, worried.
"What's wrong is that I know that book has nothing to do with ducks or their beaks," she growls.
"Well, of course not." Shining Armor's confusion builds.
"And I know it's just going to be something completely different. Like walking out on the check at a restaurant. Wait! That's it, isn't it? Duck bills. Like, avoid paying. Ha! In your face!" she says with a proud smirk.
"What? No. Twilight, you're really worrying me. It's just a training manual."
This erases her smirk and her expression sours. "I don't know if I even want to know," she says.
Her brother doesn't seem to notice and explains. "It's about fighting against polearms and getting underneath them to get in close. It's got some stuff about halberds and spears, but its main focus is on how to-"
Twilight sighs, turning it into a growl, cutting her brother off, and finishes his sentence without bothering to even ask to see the title.
"Duck Bills."