"Won't these be good for dessert?" Gingerbread asked.
"Yes, I love baking." At that moment Wind Whistler flew in.
"May I inquire what you are baking?" she asked.
"We're baking cupcakes and gingerbread cookies," Gingerbread replied, "do you want to help?"
"As much as I want to facilitate with your confectionary paraphernalia, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disavow, on account of, I have things to extemporize."
"What?" Cupcake asked. Wind Whistler sighed and translated herself.
"I can't help because I am extremely busy."
"Oh," Gingerbread said, "why didn't you say that in the first place."
"I did say it! Is it my misestimation I chaffer contradictorily than most ponies?"
"Um, could you repeat that in English, please?"
"Never mind! You'll never comprehend me anyway!" With that she flew off.
"Is it our fault she's a walking, talking, encyclopedia?" Cupcake asked.
Wind Whistler was grumbling as she flew over to the lake where Bubbles, Gusty, and Fizzy were hitting a bubble back and forth.
"Hi, Wind Whistler!" Fizzy called. "Want to play with us?"
"Thank you, but no, Fizzy," Wind Whistler said. "I appreciate the invitation, but I can't contend with you at the present. I'm extremely diligent."
"Huh?" Fizzy asked.
"She said--" Gusty started.
"I CAN SPEAK FOR MYSELF!" Wind Whistler shrieked. "I said I'm busy!"
With that, Wind Whistler flew off, leaving her friends bewildered.
"Was it something I said?" Fizzy asked.
"Forget it, Fizzy," Gusty said. "I'm never gonna understand Wind Whistler."
"I don't think anyone ever will," Bubbles replied.
The three continued their game. Later, Wind Whistler flew to Megan.
"Megan, I'm distraught," she said. "Nobody comprehends a monas troponym I assert."
"Maybe it's the way you say it, Wind Whistler," Megan said, petting Wind Whistler's head. "I'm sorry to say this, but you talk like a dictionary."
"I am aware it is the manner in which I use the English language, but I desire my companions could distinguish me."
"Don't worry, Wind Whistler. Maybe you ought to get a good night's sleep. That might take your mind off things."
Wind Whistler thought it over, and decided maybe it was a good idea to sleep on it. Before she stopped into the Estate, she saw Ember in the window of the nursery, looking at a shooting star in the sky. Then she darted off to her bed. Wind Whistler smiled and walked in to get a good night's sleep.