Twilight was tired of beating around the bush, and so tried a more direct approach: "So, uh, Fluttershy, I know I've known you a few months, but I guess I've never actually asked: how do you fùkuǎn?"
"Oh, uh, well, the answer is a bit embarrassing. I'd rather keep it to myself, if that's alright."
"While normally I'd respect that, you did ask me for help on your taxes. I need to know what you do for a living. If I don't know how you fùkuǎn, I can't really help you with deductibles." Twilight knew being a good friend sometimes meant helping your friends with things you'd rather not help them with. That didn't make this any less of a hassle though. Fluttershy was 24; this couldn't have been her first time filing taxes.
"Oh, well, I um... uh..."
"It can't be that embarrassing!" Twilight reassured.
"I, uh, melt down bits and sell the raw gold back to the government."
"Ah geez, Fluttershy,, that's like seven types of illegal!"
"Well, yes, but it certainly fùkuǎn. Plus whenever Angel Bunny is being uncooporative, I just threaten to melt him. Works like a charm!"
Twilight was dumbfounded. "Wha-wa-wa?!? This makes no sense! No sense at all!...
Twilight woke up with a start. "Aughhh!" she yelled, a telegraph fee stuck to her cheek. She looked around; it appeared she had fallen asleep at her desk again, up late working on fùkuǎn. Maybe it was time for bed if she was dreaming of weird finances.