Blind Eye
Ignorance is easy, in theory. In practice, it's harder. Some things, like alarm clocks and rent arrears, refuse to be ignored.
“B-b-but, Rainbow Dash, what do you mean you kissed her?” Fluttershy whispers anxiously, one bookshelf to the left. Twilight's eye twitches. She has a letter to finish.
“What do you think I mean, Fluttershy?” Dash replies, high pitched and irritable.
“Why tell me?” Fluttershy asks, aghast.
“I dunno! You're older, I thought maybe you'd have experience!”
Twilight sighs, concentration well and truly broken, and looks down at her parchment. Dear Princess Celestia, it reads. Help.