"I'm sorry," said Twilight in her absolutely most sincere voice, in a way that Applejack knew without a doubt was perfectly honest and without a shred of deception, although she could also sense a whole stack of apologies for past misdeeds behind it, and worse, a whole passel of future apologies for whatever Future-Twilight did next week, or next year.
"That's fine," said Applejack. "The barn was already plum near ten years old and startin' to look a bit shabby. We was probably gonna hafta tear it down and rebuild next year anyway. Jus' gonna be a little early, that's all. Asides, it was me who brought up politics while we was walkin' anyway."
Princess Twilight drooped even more in the afternoon Sun, little flecks of charred wood dropping out of her mane and a faint ring of dust still coiling unnaturally around her. "I stomp when I get aggravated. You know that."
"Yep." Applejack took one last look at the location of the Southwest barn, or at least what was left after a hundred-trot-tall spur of rock had burst out from under it and provided propulsion to send it, or at least most of it, into what could be considered Equestrian orbit. "Don't worry, Twi. We'll work on it."