Dear Pinkie,
Look, I know you're starved for cult members, and you're probably still sour over the expansion to Canterlot falling out.
Another one of your... more dedicated members visited to preach, and I have to ask something: what is up with their smile? When they smile, it's wide. Unnaturally wide. I think their jaw unhinged, and I'm pretty sure I saw a second row of teeth. That is CREEPY, Pinkie.
That didn't sell anyone on your religion, obviously, and they left without incident a few hours later. I guess you should be satisfied that at least everypony in Ponyville is part of your little religious zeal by now.
But if I read this letter correctly, coupled with the Mayor informing me of a new citizen that moved in recently, then your friendship report pretty much told me that this new face was a hard sell to convert to your Pinkist cult. Even after you managed to get through to them, they still sound like they prefer a restraining order on you, however useless that piece of paper is.
You know mine's on my tower, right? It's just to the side of the balcony entrance in plain view; I know you see it. I know it says it's okay for you to visit once a month, but you're visiting me once a week. And no, scratching out "month" on the order and adding "week" in blue ink surrounded with sparkly glitter doesn't change that fact.
Anyway, in terms of your lesson learned, it's still valid. Not everypony you meet will be bubbly and cheerful, and they might prefer peace and quiet for weeks or months at a time like I do. Dogged persistence as prevalent as yours can certainly foster friendship, but you must also recognize when such a pursuit is too heavy-hoofed. Push too far, and you'll just push away.
Friendship is a fine balance between showing enough care and interest to let them know of it, but never so much as to be annoying, coddling, or condescending. It's a balance I thought I had for Luna long ago; that was a careless mistake of a careless mind, and it's one I will NOT repeat. Take care that you mind yours, or else you'll find that pushing away is all you're capable of.
That said, I also formally request that you stop harassing Mayor Mare over the lack of funds for a cathedral, and by extension, harassing me for funding of said cathedral. The treasury's bits only go towards demanding financial and official crises, not religious. If you want it built, you'll need to raise the money yourself. Ask for donations, have a bake sale organized, do something besides racketeer me for money!
Please.
Sincerely,
Princess Celestia
Hello, Lu-oof!
Luna?! Hold on, let me get some tissues.
Here. Blow your nose, wipe those tears, take a deep breath.
She came for you, didn’t she? It’s okay, it’s okay; she came for me too, sister.
Of course you can stay here tonight. Just don’t kick off the covers.