“I'm an emissary from a faraway land,” you say.
“Really? Where?” Pinkie asks.
“It's a place called Tresni Fles. It's a bit of backwards land where—”
“Wait. Backwards? If you spell that backwards it becomes—”
You chuckle and grin. “Wow, you caught on quick; most ponies don't notice that unless it's pointed out directly. I do admit that it's a strange name, but it fits the populace well, as the residents tend to be weird, eccentric, and rather boisterous. I'm actually fairly normal if you ignore the whole 'alicorn' thing.”
“That sounds like an exciting place.”
You roll your eyes. “Exciting, annoying, what's the difference? Honestly, it's less charming than it sounds.”
“Hmm...” Pinkie taps on her chin. “Why are you here, anyway? If you're an emissary, shouldn't you be up in Canterlot? I mean, it not like I don't mind your being here or anything like that, but that's where those types usually hang out.”
You slowly nod your head. “Hmm, I don't think it would hurt to give you a better picture. In truth, my mission here is more of the clandestine nature. When we'd heard that you'd released Discord, we felt it prudent to keep an eye on things. Equestria's always been a center for magical weirdness, but when we heard about that, we thought you'd gone stir-crazy. Naturally, we felt it prudent to keep an eye on things.”
“Discord...” Pinkie flattens her lips and growls.
Pointing at the diner, you say, “Perhaps we should talk about more pleasant things. Diner first? I promise I'll treaty you right.”
Pinkie chuckles. “Sure. Let's get some food.”