Thunderclap walked down the main street of Canterlot, the large crowd of ponies hustling and bustling all around him. He had managed to get the day off from his grandfather's lectures, and from boring meetings with the Canterlot upper class. He was still well groomed and his mane nice and in place, his grandfather would not let him go out looking how he always did. He also refused to wear anything that gave away his family heritage, to avoid any discussions about work.
Thunderclap ducked to the side of the street and into a small cafe. He ordered a mug of coffee, payed the very nice, and not to mention very pretty, pony and stood at the street corner, sipping his coffee and watching ponies go by.
It's not just about the cards. It's about putting a little bit of your heart into something that you care about.