Rariquest: The Quest for More Money

You start to write a response to Twilight, but it's dreadful, so you cross it out. You attempt this several more, slowly filling up the the wastebasket in the post office. Now you're sketching out the design for a new dress, one sure to make millions. It started out as doodle while brainstorming about whether to say "Greetings" , "Hello", or "Salutations", then you started brainstorming dress ideas, and it just blossomed from there.

Just then you hear a cough and turn. The mare assigned to watch the public stationary glares at you angrily.

"Are you going to continue wasting our ink and occupying space that other ponies could be using to actually write letters, or are you going to delay your frivolous activities until you are at home with your OWN paper?"

You hastily apologize, grab the diagram, and walk to the exit. Oh well, you can just write the response later.

>Leave the post-office