Through clenched teeth, Fancy grudgingly nodded her head. Even the political and cultural orientation classes at the barracks didn’t feel this dull. However, the army life seemed to rub off some, as she managed to make it to the end of the lecture on dining (in front of a bunch of rowdy foals, no less!) with no more than a “yes ma’am”. She even managed to fill her own bisque bowl and fill the spoon with the soup. She stopped short of slurping, putting the whole spoon in her mouth instead, having taken a second to watch the others. The bisque was quickly gone, and she hurried to eat more, commenting on its excellence as she devoured the bowl and filled up another.
“So, uh, you got any drinks to go with this?” she asked, as innocently as possible, hoping the princess would pick up on what type of drinks Fancy meant.
Silent suddenly felt frozen. He’d decided this was all for the best, but he was suddenly feeling like he was at the edge of a cliff with his wings pinned. However, they didn’t award idiocy in Intelligence, so he proceeded to produce another story. It wouldn’t matter at the end, anyways.
“Well, I’m an aid for Deputy Radiant, over at Parliament. He was very suspicious of changelings. Obviously, with the integration, a few of them were in charge of security. He insisted I keep tabs on them, to be safe. So I made sure I got in early every morning so I could follow them around a little, you know?
“However, today, this one guard, he seemed a little… off. I’d never seen him before, and I’m pretty sure he was fidgety, nervous, sweating a bit, even. Of course, any security job, I imagine, has some stress, so I just kept my distance, but my initial suspicions were correct. He shot up the cafeteria, then ran. I likewise collected my wits and followed him, into the bathroom. He then broke the glass and left Parliament. Naturally, I think he snuck in there, probably connected to the assault on Cloudsdale as well. That’s all I can tell you now, officer.”