Calla pondered it for a moment. There was just so much to do, so many things to see...
"I'm actually pretty hungry," she said after a moment. "Think we could get a bite to eat?"
It really was beautiful. They had timed it just right for the fair, miraculously, and the city was alight with happy crystal ponies, lights that bounced off the crystal buildings in ways almost unimaginable, and the perfect pony with whom she had to share the experiences.
Calla had a fleeting thought. She wondered if her old friend Rosie was here, laughing and dancing in the streets, but she shook off the thought almost immediately. There was no way. She was probably off Faust knows where, drowning her sorrows at a bar.
She shook off the thought and returned to the world.