"It was just last night, if'n I recall correctly... or maybe it was Tuesday," Granny Smith said. She scratched at a long white hair on her chin as she stared in the general direction of the sunset. "Hmm. Tell me, what day is it today?"
"It's Thursday," Lyra said. She tapped at her clipboard with a pencil, which had been dulled and sharpened several times without writing anything down.
"Pardon? The 'first day', was it?"
"Thursday," Lyra repeated, louder this time. "Tee aych, you are... that day?"
"Oh, yes! Good ol' Thursday... I remember it like it was yesterday..."
"It's today," Lyra said.
"Whassat?"
Lyra smacked a hoof into her forehead. She looked around for Bonbon and started tugging at her ear with her other free hoof, the pre-established 'get me the buck out of here' signal.
But Bonbon was dealing with her own issues.
"We're wondering if you've seen anything unusual around Ponyville recently," Bonbon said. She had her own clipboard, which was covered in annotations but so far no recorded interview answers.
Derpy was staring at her bemusedly, her head tilted a little to one side, her eyes perpetually crossed.
"Unusual?" she said, working the word over in her mouth.
Bonbon nodded.
"Mhm-hmm. Unusual. Have you seen anything like that?"
Derpy considered with a hoof over her mouth. She looked up in the sky, at the pegasus weather team swooping overhead and reorganizing the wind-currents and batches of clouds. Further past that, she could see Canterlot castle on the horizon, the home of the two princesses who raised the sun and the moon each day, arbitrary defiance of any other natural system that might have emerged in their stead. If she looked down just over the roofs of Ponyville, she could see the occasional parasprite skirting in and out of view, meeping bashfully as it was caught and then vanishing as quick as it had poked its head out. Derpy could see a mix of all three pony races mingling in the market square, the hidden earth energy founding the town brewing silently under their hooves. She saw ponies with markings on their flanks telling them their life's work and talent, a glyph that appeared from nowhere and was aligned by the ethereal energies of 'friendship'.
Derpy blinked.
"What exactly do you mean by 'unusual'," she said slowly.
Bonbon sighed.
"This is going to take a while, isn't it," she said to herself.
Though she was far away in the crowd, trapped down another wormhole of Granny Smith's recollecting, Lyra nodded. The sentiment required no verbal transmission.