A chapter for the most oblivious of authors.

"Twilight, where's the Equestrian treasury?"

Twilight continued to pretend not to see. She licked her ice cream cone and ignored Celestia entirely. She put a leg up on the other lawn chair in front of her.

"Twilight. Where is the treasury?"

"Beats me." Twilight licked her ice cream again. "Totally didn't accidentally send it all to a supposed Nigerian prince."

"You what."

"What?"

Celestia sighed. "May I have an ice cream as well?"

"Pay me first. Then ice cream. I gotta rebuild the treasury, y'know."

And that is how taxes were created.