Fluttershy: I’m not big on party crashing, so… Are there any animals I can talk to?
DM: You find out that the birds in the area are having their own party: The annual Canterlot Bird Fest. Roll Nature to see if you can talk your way into the event.
Fluttershy: Um… <roll> 32.
DM: They want you to be a guest speaker! But in the excited chattering in the trees, a bunch of leaves, pollen, and birdseed drifts onto the pony party guests below.
Fluttershy: Oh… Sorry…
Applejack: I know exactly what I wanna do. With my hooves, I start digging into the soil and pulling out weeds and whatnot.
DM: This… attracts attention.
Applejack: Once I’ve got a crowd, I say, “How come y’all aren’t doing any gardening? This is a garden party, isn’t it?”
Rarity: That’s horrifying.
Applejack: Then I tell everybody this is a performance art piece satirizing the inherent hubris of upper-class nomenclature.
Rarity: …That’s horrifyingly brilliant.
