It's a bright spring day in Ponyville, and Twilight Sparkle is exactly where you'd expect her to be. In the library, that is. Specifically, she's hunting for where she mislaid Principles of Proto-Equestrian Orthography because she just can't read Starswirl's hoofwriting without it. Hmm, maybe Spike put it back in the storage room—
a horse walks into a bar
bughouse
"I'm a cleric. We are a kind of spellcaster; we can't cast spells without the endorsement and backing of our patrons and are chosen for this privilege by being well-suited to advancing our gods' interests in the Material. Acting by proxy like that is presumably less expensive than most other ways of affecting things."
Back in the bar, Agnika is on her way down from her room, having heard through backchannel that it is horse night again.