"Sweetie Belle! Deary, where are you?"

It had been a long day, and Rarity sure was tired. She had just finished making three dresses, twenty necklaces, some bracelets, and a hat for a curious, one-eyed pony with an accent who offered her two chunks of metal (pretty metal though it was). She was pooped, but she was happy to have the rest of the day to herself. Of course, Rarity had realized she and Sweetie Belle hadn't been spending a lot of time together, so she decided it was best spent with her beloved sister.

Of course, she had to find the filly first.

Sweetie wasn't in her room, which was unusual. Had she gone out? Surely she'd have said something? Rarity sighed and was about to give up on her search when she heard a giggling noise from her workshop. She looked to see a table had been set up as a tent; the thought made her smile, even if her fabrics were being used as makeshift housing. She trotted forward and peeled a flap aside. "Sweetie?"

Her sister looked to her and smiled. "Oh, hi Rarity! I'm just reading this comic Apple Bloom showed to me! It's pretty funny!"

Rarity smiled a forced smile. She did not agree with comic books; certainly not for a lady, but if it made her sister happy, she'd say nothing. "How nice, Sweetie. I was wondering if you'd like to do anything today? I've the rest of the day off so we can spend it bonding like sisters!"

"Okay" said Sweetie with a smile. "But lemme read a few more of these! Gropia is gettin' really raunchy and it's makin' ponies afraid of her!"

Rarity smirked. "Alright Sweetie, but do hurrywhat was her name and what was she doing again now?"

Sweetie blinked. ".... Gropia? And groping ponies?"

Rarity stared at Sweetie in silence. Quickly, blue magic encapsulated the comic and snatched it away for Rarity to look over. The comic indeed depicted a sultry mare with a sensual look about her and one very confused pony with a suggestive blush; no actual depictions of anything going on, but the mere implication was enough to instill a rage within Rarity's chest.

"Dear sweet Celestia of Equestria, what in the world is this garbage!?"

Sweetie shrugged. "It's called Gropia. She's a perverted mare who likes to flirt and say dirty things and make insinuations and it's really funny because she's just weird."

Rarity stared at her sister as if she had just told her plaid was a good look for her. "Young mare, you actually like this garbage?"

"Well, yeah..." said Sweetie, starting to shrink at her sister's tone when she realized Rarity did not quite approve. "... I mean... no?...."

"Young filly, go to your room..." said Rarity, holding up the comic. "If you have anymore of these, bring them to me. I'll certainly be telling mother and father of the kind of literature you're partaking in."

"Yes, Rarity..." said Sweetie dejectedly, making her way up stairs to her room. Meanwhile, Rarity looked at the comic. I could read it a bit and ensure it's not as bad as it sounds... after all, we did learn not to judge a book by it's cover... Rarity scowled. But the name... Gropia.... the description... oh this is just awful! What kind of sick demented pony would produce such... such filth!

Rarity tossed the comic book into a garbage can. And to think little Sweetie Belle was laughing at this! This has the power to warp young minds like hers! She might start to think this sort of stuff acceptable! It makes light of something so... so sensitive! How cruel! No, just telling our parents won't be enough...

Rarity puffed out her chest.

"For Sweetie Belle, and for the sake of all that is right, I will stop this trash from polluting the minds of my fellow pony!"

Knock knock knock

"Nnf.... five more minutes..."

Knock knock knock knock

Twilight groaned and rolled over in her bed, looking at the clock. It was 9:00 AM. Typically, Twilight was a punctual mare who liked to rise bright and early, but once in a great while, she liked to sleep in until 10:00 AM. Naturally, whoever was knocking at her door was really interfering with her carefully planned and scheduled sleeping schedule. It would take her two weeks to fix the damage.

Reluctantly, she made her way down stairs, skipping fixing herself up for now, and opened the door to see Rarity standing there. "Rarity? It's nine in the morning... what are you doing here this early? I thought you liked to sleep until noon on weekends?"

"I do, Twilight" said Rarity with a flourish, "But this is quite important! You see, last night I found my Sweetie Belle reading some trash comic called 'Gropia' about a mare that sexually abuses ponies!"

Twilight quirked a brow.

"It's done in humor! As if sexual abuse is something to laugh at!"

Twilight tapped a hoof to her chin. "And you've read it?"

Rarity scoffed. "I'd never! I wouldn't dare sully my eyes with that filth! I won't look upon some ghastly mare making light of molestation as if it was some kind of.... joke!"

The princess simply shrugged. "Are you sure that's what happens? I looked at the comic once myself and though I'm not a fan I still kind of think you might be over-reacting a bit..."

"Overreacting?" Rarity shouted. "Overreacting!? Do you know how many ponies are wrongfully groped, fondled, diddled, cupped and squeezed a day!?"

Twilight held up a hoof. "Well, by my calculations and taking into account statistics, I'd say-"

"A lot!" shouted Rarity.

Twilight sighed, her favorite part of doing the statistics removed. "Well, yes, if you want to skip the details, a lot." She shook her head. "But it's not like this comic is encouraging ponies to go out there and fondle each other, is it?"

"Who knows!" Rarity threw her hooves in the air. "I caught Sweetie Belle, a young, impressionable filly, reading that trash! How do I know she won't be touching Scootaloo in the park later on?" Rarity gasped. "How do I know Scootaloo isn't touching her!? That little beast, I--"

"Nopony is touching anypony!" shouted Twilight, though she stopped and pondered. "I don't think anyway. But I doubt any of the crusaders are molesting each other. Rarity, have you ever just sat down with Sweetie and talked to her about this sort of thing?"

"Who has time to talk?" said Rarity with a scowl, unable to believe her friend was not agreeing with her outright. "I have a job to do, Twilight! I have a career! I can't be expected to take precious time I don't have to tell Sweetie that ponies don't do that to each other!"

"Aren't you off today?" said Twilight with a grimace.

Rarity quirked a brow. "Yes, why?" Twilight simply stared at her with a deadpan stare. "So, you aren't going to help me?"

"Help you do what, exactly?" said Twilight, putting a hoof to the bridge of her nose. "Rarity, I think I have an idea where this is going, but I need to hear it before I make any judgements, so just tell me what you want."

Rarity smiled. "I want you to send a message to Celestia and ask her to help us get this comic removed from public rotation!"

Twilight sighed. "Yep. That's about what I thought you were going to say..." She shook her head. "Rarity, look, you don't have to like these stories, and you don't have to let Sweetie read them, but don't you think trying to erase them entirely is a bit much?"

Rarity gasped and put a hoof on her chest. "A bit much!? Darling, this is the social well being we're talking about! This is morally unacceptable! Ponies should not be groping other ponies in such a way!"

Once more, the alicorn gave her marshmallow friend a deadpan look. "And ponies shouldn't fall in love with the living dead because moving or not, it can still be considered necrophilia, but that doesn't stop you from reading books that even I think are stupid."

The off-white mare gasped. "You leave my vampire romance novels out of this! They're not even on the same level!"

Twilight rolled her eyes. "Rarity, my point is that what's right for you may not be right for others!" she said as she waved her hooves erratically. "Even if you don't like it, you can't just go out there and control what other ponies read just because! It's not right!"

Rarity balked, then glared hard. "You of all ponies, Twilight! I expected you of all ponies to understand the sanctity of a pure mind!"

"You have an entire bookshelf of saucy romance novels that you have to keep hidden from Sweetie!" said Twilight with a glare.

"But clearly" said Rarity with yet another flourish, disregarding what her friend had just said, "I cannot count on your support me in this war against immorality, but that will not slow me down! I will win, and this filth will be removed from the general media, and then everypony will thank me!" Without another word, Rarity turned and slammed the door shut. Twilight stared at said door, sighed, and shook her head, making her way to a desk. She opened a drawr and looked at several bottles hidden inside, each with a different print on them; 'Pinkie set library on fire', 'Rainbow neglects her friends for selfish gain', 'Big Mac said something other than 'yup' or 'nope''. There were several, but eventually, she found the one she was looking for; 'Rarity is starting drama'.

"Confound these ponies... it's only 9:15 AM."

It was half past noon when Rarity finished making her posters, and now all she had to do was start plastering them around town. She stepped back to admire her work; they showed a picture of her (beautiful) face, smiling for the camera, while having a short description about the comic book that threatened the public well being. "Yes, this will do perfectly" she said with a nod of pride.

"Rarity? Can I come out of my room now?"

"Sure Sweetie, but I'd like your help in posting these posters around town."

"What posters?" Sweetie stepped into the room and looked them over, then frowned. "But Rarity, this is--"

Rarity gave her sister a glare. "Is what, dear sister of mine?"

Sweetie stared at her, lip trembling, knowing what she wanted to say. But, instead, she bowed her head in defeat. "This... this poster is all the better cause it has your face on it..."

The elder sister positively beamed at the compliment. "Thank you, Sweetie! I agree, I think it really shows the seriousness of my cause that I am putting my face up for all to see! It lets ponies know I mean business!" She stood up and picked up half the posters, handing the other half to Sweetie (who nearly collapsed under their weight). "Sweetie, I'll take east Ponyville and you take west! Remember, make sure other ponies know they're there by shouting really loud and telling them about your terrible comic!" She tapped a hoof to her chin, then frowned. "Oh dear... I... I'm so foolish and selfish... I'm sorry Sweetie..."

Sweetie Belle smiled.

"I almost forgot your danger whistle!" Rarity plopped a whistle around Sweetie's neck. "If a scary pony appears, blow on that and don't let him hurt the posters. Also, if a pony tries to tell you the posters are silly, blow on it to scare him away. If others misinterpret the situation..." Rarity stopped, thought on it, and despite her better judgement, shrugged. "Well, ponies will think what they'll think, right?"

Sweetie sighed and hung her head. "Yes Rarity..."

With each new poster on each new surface, Rarity felt as if she was getting more and more powerful. Indeed, she felt she was doing something meaningful; with each new poster, awareness of her cause grew, and as ponies became aware of her, they would surely see in their heart of hearts that these comics were wrong and that their creator needed to be strung up in public and humiliated in the worst ways she might devise.

"Oh, hi Rarity!"

Rarity almost jumped out of her skin as Applejack stepped up next to her and rolled her eyes. "Oh, hello Applejack, darling. What do you want?"

"I just wanted to see what you were doin'." Applejack leaned to the side to look at the posters on her back. "What's with the posters?"

"If you must know" began Rarity, "I'm crusading against a garbage comic book that pollutes the media as of right now called..." She stopped, pondering. "What was it...? Moles-no, no, it was... Ah! Gropia! That's it, Gropia!"

Applejack snorted. "Gropia!? That comic about the pervert that runs around molesting ponies?"

"The very one."

The farm mare simply shrugged. "What's so wrong about it? I mean, it's just a comic, right?"

"Just a comic!?" Rarity balked. "I don't expect you to understand, Applejack, but this comic makes light of sexual abuse! It pretends traumatic experiences are supposed to be funny!"

"What? No way!" said Applejack, jaw agape. "That jus' ain't right!"

"Yes! It's supposed to be humorous! For giggles! This mare runs around assaulting ponies and it's delivered as comedy! I, for one, hardly find any humor in sexual assault myself, and have taken it upon myself to cleanse the world of this travesty!" Rarity grinned in pride of herself.

Applejack bit her lip, her expression torn, and Rarity noticed it immediately. Is she actually on the fence on this? I just might be able to sway her to my way of thinking; the right way of thinking!

"Indeed, she molests ponies! All the time! It's all the comic is about, really! I dare say, I think it's something that allows sexual deviants to get their rocks off that the law cannot touch because of some pesky 'freedom of speech' that Celestia apparently gave ponies in an age when decency did not include foresight."

"That... sure does sound bad..." Applejack pushed her hat back and scratched her head a bit. "... An' ya say that's all this comic is? Molestatin' other ponies an' pretendin' it's funny?"

"Yes!" Rarity nodded. "Ponies abused against their will with no regard to their personal well being! I dare say, if any of them were real, they'd be scarred for life!" Applejack still didn't seem convinced thought. "You know, I found Sweetie Belle reading it, and she said she got it from Apple Bloom. Imagine the message that sort of thing sends to your innocent, sweet, unknowing sister."

Applejack's pupils became pinpricks, and then her expression hardened. "Gimme some of them posters! We're gonna get this garbage cleaned up once n' for all!" As her friend took half her burden from her, Rarity couldn't help but feel a deep sense of pride. She had convinced Applejack! Sure, she wasn't exactly sure what she said was entirely accurate, and she may have had to manipulate her feelings a bit, but in the end, wasn't it all true? Or at least true enough?

Either way, it was morally right. All that mattered was she had the moral highground, and that made it right no matter what she said.

Yes, she would clean up Ponyville in no time.

Rainbow Dash stared at her friends as they posted their posters over town. She turned to see Rarity's face plastered on the wall, and read the text below it.

'Help me help you! Gropia is a comic that makes humor of sexual abuse, and I aim to have it taken out of circulation to keep Ponyville morally pure!'

The rainbow maned mare scowled and bolted away.

"Hmmm... no, no, if I write that, it'll seem as if I'm desperate..... no that'd make me sound like I'm not serious enough.... oh writing a letter to the mayor is difficult..."

It was already sunset out, and Rarity had only just begun to write her letter after a long day of poster posting with Applejack, who stood by her side now, considering the letter they were co-writing. "How about 'This comic encourages the worst in ponykind, and makes ponies think that rape an' similar victimizations are funny, and belittle victims of such everywhere?"

"Oh!" Rarity's feather pen pressed against paper as she wrote. "I like that Applejack, I really do! Yes, that will certainly win the mayor to our side!"

"Not that we have to win her; I mean, if it's true, it's true, right?"

"Yes, true, uhm, what else..."

Just then, the door opened, and in trotted a filthy, tired Sweetie Belle. She grumbled as she dragged her hooves across the floor, and Rarity turned to her. "Sweetie! You're home! And... an absolute mess!" Rarity visibly reeled as she said the words. "Go take a shower! And please stop dragging your hooves, you'll get the carpet dirty!"

Sweetie whimpered and nodded, continuing into the direction of the bathroom. Rarity smiled and turned back to her writing. "How does this sound? 'This comic trivializes a pony imposing their will upon another without regard to the other pony's well being, and treats the undesired control of another as if it were acceptable?"

Applejack nodded. "Oh! I like that!"

As Rarity wrote, Applejack hummed, considering her own thoughts. "Rarity, I been wonderin', why do you feel so strongly about this? Have you... you know..."

Rarity waved her hoof. "No, dear, I haven't."

Applejack grimaced, looking to the side. "Do you... uh... know somepony who has?"

"Nope."

The farm mare pushed her hat back and scratched her head. "Well... why you so enthusiastic about this then?"

"Simple! It's wrong and somepony has to speak out against it!"

"Oh..." Applejack simply stared at her friend. She felt like there was something she needed to ask her marshmallow companion, and it tickled the edge of her brain, but it would not come to her. She simply shrugged it away, deciding that for the greater good, it was worth it in the end.

"Gee, I wonder what Rarity wanted to meet us all for?"

Fluttershy took a sip of her tea, smiling at her friends. "She seemed awefully happy when she asked us to meet, so I bet it's really good. Oh, maybe she found a special somepony?"

Twilight rolled her eyes. "I wouldn't count on it in her current... uhm... 'goals'." Twilight looked at her hooves and muttered something under her breath. Rainbow didn't say a word. She simply drifted above them.

"Maybe it has something to do with all those posters she put all over town a month ago?" said Pinkie, bouncing up and down. "You know, the ones about that comic?"

"Posters?" said Fluttershy, tilting her head. "What posters?"

"How could you miss 'em?" Rainbow Dash groaned. "Fluttershy... you... I think we should go-"

"No" said Fluttershy, smiling. "I imagine if what Rarity was going to say was scary, she'd consider our feelings first."

As if on cue, the door opened, and Rarity stepped inside, followed by Applejack. The fashionista was positively beaming while Applejack seemed to have an uncertain smile on her face. "Hello all you friendly ponies! Do I have good news for you!" She stepped into the library and took a seat. "Despite some ponies' inconsideration of others' feelings and opinions and morals... ponies who will not be named and may or may not hail from an otherwise beautiful city called Canterlot.... Twilight...."

Twilight snorted.

"... I have finally won! I sent my letter to the mayor, and I got that filthy 'Gropia' comic removed from circulation!"

"What!?" shouted Pinkie Pie. "But I love that comic! It's so stupid it's funny! Why would you do such a thing!"

"Because, it was garbage that trivialized sexual abuse!" Rarity huffed. "It needed to be removed for moral reasons!"

Pinkie grabbed Rarity by the shoulders and pressed her nose against the other mare's. "So you go social justice warrior on us and instead of accepting some things you just won't like you decide it has to be removed just 'cause you don't like it!"

"Please Pinkie--" Rarity shoved the party pony away. "It was what was right! It had to be removed! I don't care how many friends miss Vinyl has, or how nice she's considered by the general public! I happen to know right from wrong!" Rarity looked around a bit. "Plus, I have it on good authority she might be a bit of a slut."

Applejack quirked a brow. "Uh, Rares, we won, no need to be talkin' bad about other ponies, 'specially cause she was so nice about... the..." Applejack rubbed the back of her neck. "... uh... missive bein' delivered tellin' her to stop makin' 'em or risk jail time..."

"Oh please, she was just saving face. I'm certain she's a proper skank!" said Rarity. "Anyway, all that matters is I've won and I've dealt with the filth!" Rarity nodded for herself.

"Uh... we won, Rarity..." said Applejack, a bit of irritation in her eyes.

"Please, Applejack, if it weren't for me, you'd be blissfully unaware that your sister was reading a comic that glorified rape!"

"Glorified?" Applejack quirked a brow. "At first it was trivializin' abuse, now it's glorifyin' it? Now, I know I'm not always a smart pony, but ain't those two different things?"

"Nonsense! Now, who's up for champagne?" Rarity turned to the others, smiling. "Twilight, I understand you have an entire... shelf.... of...."

Rarities words slowly died away as she noticed none of the ponies staring back at her were happy. Rainbow was glaring daggers, Twilight shaking her head in disappointment, Pinkie Pie bawling comedically, and Fluttershy's jaw simply hung open. "What? This is good news! Why is everypony.... " She scowled. "Come on! It was garbage!"

Twilight simply shook her head. "Well, congratulations Rarity. You proved freedom of speech is an illusion. Here, have the whole bottle, you deserve it." With that, a bottle floated before Rarity, and she took it into her hooves and read it.

'Rarity takes things too far'.

"What!? You have them labeled for occasions!?"

"I was going to drink that myself, but I don't think I can even look at your name right now."

Rainbow flew up to Rarity. "Not cool, Rares. Disagreeing with it was one thing, but telling everypony else they can't read it? That's just a dick move."

"Yeah!" shouted Pinkie, a massive frown on her face and her eyes pouring tears. "Y-y-you t-t-took away the only d-d-d-dark humor I have now that the t-t-twins are born and the c-c-Cakes won't let me tell dead baby jokes!"

"And" added Rainbow Dash, "I've heard from Scootaloo you've been stretching the truth with Applejack and making your sister do things she'd rather not do! Using her to gain child sympathy and making her read some script you write to other ponies!" She scowled. "If I'da known you were working this quickly, I'd have told you off at the start!"

"Wait" Applejack grimaced, "You lied to me?"

"No I didn't!" Rarity balked. "I told the truth!"

"Oh?" Rainbow threw a comic to Applejack. "Read that. That is literally everything that comic has ever been." Applejack opened the book and skimmed through it. Once in a while, she'd quirk a brow. Sometimes she'd chuckle. Occasionally she'd blush. Eventually, she closed it and looked at the cover.

"Rarity? I reckon the humor can be a bit... suggestive an' all, but from the looks of it most of what happens in this comic isn't actual molestin'. At worst, it's unwanted advances or fluids, and the actual sex seems t' mostly be consensual... an' I reckon that's a few grades lower than them there dead baby jokes Pinkie tells me in secret."

"You promised you'd never tell!"

"I promised I wouldn't tell the Cakes."

"Oh! Carry on!"

Applejack turned back to her marshmallow friend, betrayal evident in her features. "You had me thinkin' this comic had some sexual fiend forcin' ponies against their will nonstop into situations that'd traumatize ponies for life! I reckon I've experienced more trauma followin' you around this past month than the ponies in this lil' comic!"

"What!? But... but it's immoral!"

"What's immoral is forcing your will on other ponies."

Everypony turned, surprised, to see Fluttershy staring at Rarity. Rainbow stepped towards her, but she gently stopped her, smiling at her friend before turning to Rarity again. "You didn't like the comic for some sort of personal moral view, and that's okay. You denied to let your sister read it, which is itself perfectly reasonable and responsible even. However, you crossed the line when you decided that nopony should read it; that it was your right to tell ponies what they should and should not read. When you realized nopony would simply listen to you, you chose to force your will by taking it away from them. You wanted the power to decide rather they agreed or not, and you forced the hoof of an organization with the power to make the change you wanted knowing that they take such complaints seriously, perhaps more to 'save face' as you put it rather than out of personal taste. You manipulated other ponies for your own personal gain, and from what I've just heard, you didn't leave lying out as an option."

"Wh-wha...?" Rarity shook her head, unable to fathom that even Fluttershy was speaking against her.

"It would have even been okay to try to change other ponies' minds - with truth and fact, rather than assumption and exaggeration, because then at least you're changing their minds with honest information. Instead of letting ponies choose for themselves, however, you decided to force your will upon them rather they agreed or not. You didn't want to give them choice at all; you wanted to win. In most cases like that, the moral implications aren't important to the ponies at all; all they want is the victory." Fluttershy sighed and shook her head. "I hope you're truly satisfied with what you've achieved; because it's how ponies will view you for a while... perhaps forever."

Rarity's lip trembled. "... W... what about saving the world...?"

"If the world we live in has to be one where ponies have no right to choose, I think it would have been better ruled by Nightmare Moon." Fluttershy turned to Twilight and smiled. "Thanks for the tea. If anypony needs me, I'll be in my cottage." With that, the butter yellow pegasus made her way out the door and gently shut it behind her.

Rarity turned to her friends, trying to think of what to say. Applejack glared at her, then turned to the others. "Well girls, thanks for meetin' us, but I gotta say on retrospect I prolly coulda spent this past month doin' more good by actually becomin' a royal guard than crusadin' with this.... Rarity. I'll be back in the Acres."

"Yeah, I'm gonna go hang with Fluttershy" said Rainbow. "Twilight, might want to get some air freshener, or this library's stink of 'pompous, high-and-mighty social justice warrior' will chase everypony away."

"That's not what that smell is. Spike's been having trouble with-"

"Totally not what I meant."

"Oh... okay. Bye Rainbow, Applejack." Twilight shrugged and waved as the two mares made their way out.

Pinkie Pie approached Rarity who looked to her friend and smiled. Then, Pinkie smacked her hard enough to knock her false eye lashes off and drew her face close to hers. "You've ruined my faith in equinity. You're dead to me." With that, the pink mare stomped out of the library. Rarity rubbed her cheek before feeling a prod, turning to face Twilight.

"B-but... I... I did what was morally right..."

"Funny thing about morality..." Twilight sighed, shaking her head. "In some ways, it's not always objective. What's right for some might not be for others..." She looked to Rarity, grimacing. "And sometimes, in trying to do the right thing, you make excuses for yourself to do wrong, like lying, cheating, and manipulating others."

The princess used her magic to open the door. "But, I've said all I can. Congratulations again on your victory. I hope it makes you proud." Rarity looked to Twilight with pleading eyes, but her alicorn friend lowered her head sadly. "Just go home Rarity." Lowering her own head, Rarity made her way out of the tree house, and the door shut behind her.

Dear Diary,

It seems I might have... crossed a line.

I know what I think is moral. I know I still hate those comics, and I think them vile and disgusting... but... on retrospect... was I right to do what I did? Do the ends justify the means if it means abandoning the very morals you claim to stand for?

I completely disregarded everypony else's personal opinions on the subject and decided to force the hooves of ponies who could give me what I wanted; as a PR stunt, if nothing else. Sweetie Belle still barely says anything to me if she doesn't have to, and even Fluttershy only comes to our spa trips out of obligation. Applejack won't even look at me, and the most interaction I got was Rainbow Dash giving me the Bras d'honneur. Perhaps I should have taken a moment to step outside of myself and ask them how they felt before writing a letter?

Will they ever respect me or take me seriously again?

Maybe I don't deserve it. I'll try to mend my friendships to the best of my ability, but I can't guarantee anything. Fluttershy has agreed to help me do this, but said that it's up to me to do most of the work; fitting, I guess. I don't know how long it will take to win back my friends' respect, but I will try my hardest.

Wish me luck.

Rarity

Author's Notes:

Yeah, just in case, I'm sorry if anyone gets offended by this story. I do not make light of any of the situations depicted here; abuse is a serious problem and it's up to us to make the world better.

But censorship has never ever helped anything.

So please don't nark on me to Hasbro. That'd be appreciated, thanks.