[Pony and phoenix stare at the phone for a moment, then look to each other, then back to the phone. Then Celestia smacks herself in the face with a hoof, drawing it down her muzzle to reveal an exasperated smile.]
Thank you, Ginia.
[A flare of magic has Celestia no longer a pony, but a bear -- and as bears do not have manes, Philomena flings her wings open to catch herself as she is suddenly unsupported in midair. As the phoenix darts out of the way, Celestia shifts back.]
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Thank you, Ginia.
[A flare of magic has Celestia no longer a pony, but a bear -- and as bears do not have manes, Philomena flings her wings open to catch herself as she is suddenly unsupported in midair. As the phoenix darts out of the way, Celestia shifts back.]