If On a Winter’s Twilight a Time Traveler

A week later, Minuette enters your door and resumes your conversation. “Rather, I meant Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy and Applejack and Rarity.”

“Knowing their names does not impress me,” you say. “It is almost the most superficial knowledge one can have of another pony, even if you forgot to tell me yours.”

“Then I will try again,” says Minuette, “when I visit you next.”