Neighsayer: A Hipster Trixie Tale “Ma’am, you can’t smoke here.” She heard the voice, but she willed it away, taking another drag of her Equestrian Spirit cigarette. “Ma’am…” the voice began again, but was cut off as the blue unicorn let out an exasperated sigh. “The Great and Powerful Trixie HEARD you.” “Well, I…” the tan waitress stammered. “Yes, you.” Trixie turned to face her tormenter, adjusting her thick frames with her hoof as the cigarette dangled from her muzzle. “You have deemed it your responsibility to police the entire outdoors, just because your employers have adopted it as part of their overpriced establishment.” She gestured to the other tables in front of the coffee shop, where other ponies huddled, doing their best to stay out of the conflict. The waitress, clearly uncomfortable with the direction the conversation was taking, tried to deflect.