Know your mare, know your—

“I’m not a mare,” Gilda spoke up in a sharp tone, ruffling her feathered body.

Gilda the Griffon…

…Is nice…

“Uh, thanks?”

Gilda…

…is the nicest quadruped you’ll ever meet…

“Again, thanks?”

Gilda…

…bakes cookies…

“No I don’t. Cookie baking’s for nerds.”

Gilda…

…has tea parties…

“Woah! I do not have tea parties! Only sissies and chumps do that.”

Gilda…

…has a playground crush on Fluttershy…

“No feathering way! That pony is a sissy!”

Gilda…

…just admitted to having tea parties with Fluttershy…

“How?! How did I possible admit to that?”

Don’t deny it…

Gilda…

…shares homeless beans with Trixie after tea parties…

“What’s with you and the tea parties!?”

Now you know…

Gilda…

Gilda only replied with a sharp screech that shattered the bulbs above before disappearing into the sparking darkness.