>DT: ‘Just listen to the computer, it tells you what's wrong’
>Scootaloo's sweating ‘I thought you knew some magic unicorn or got me some zebra pot’
>DT: ‘Keep focused Scoots, this is a very expensive plane. Climb higher, we're still too low.’
>she's looking down at the window, terrified by the altutude
>Scootaloo: ‘Is that Canterlot?’
>DT: ‘Yes we're over Canterlot, looks flatter from here, don't be scared it can't fall, we don't even have parachutes!’
>Scootaloo is shaking: ‘Are you kidding me?’
>DT: ‘You're flying. I'm doing nothing, the automatic pilot is disengaged, you're in control, that would be easier. we've got plenty of petrol left so you can train and get your hooves on this thing. Dad is looking for a pilot.’
>She's looking by the window, unworried while Scootaloo struggles to keep the Merlod Business Jet stable and at level.
>she's turning, the plane yells ‘BANK ANGLE’
>DT: ‘smoothly on the stick please. little bumps left or right’
>Scootaloo starts getting it and is no longer stressed
>Diamond Tiara (adjusting the headset with a hoof, speaking clearly but with her usual haughty flair):
“Um, hello? Canterlot Air Control, this is F-RICH, flying over Canterlot at… uh…” (glances at the altimeter, then at Scootaloo) “Scootaloo, what's our altitude again? You're supposed to know this stuff!”
>Scootaloo, focused on the controls, her wings twitching nervously as she grips the yoke “I-I think it's 5,000 hooves, Diamond Tiara! I'm kinda busy keeping this thing straight
>Diamond Tiara (rolling her eyes but speaking into the radio):
>“Canterlot Air Control, this is F-RICH at 5,000 hooves above Canterlot. We're… um, conducting a training flight. Requesting clearance to circle the city. Over.” “See, Scootaloo? I'm totally in charge here.”
>“F-RICH, this is Canterlot Air Control. Good afternoon, fillies! We have you on our radar at 5,000 hooves, heading 270. You're cleared to circle Canterlot at your current altitude, but maintain a five-mile radius from the castle Princess Celestia is hosting a tea party today, and we don't want any unexpected gusts from your jet upsetting the royal table settings. Over.”
>Scootaloo (overhearing the radio, her eyes widening as she whispers to Diamond Tiara):
>“Did he just say Princess Celestia's tea party?! Oh no, what if I mess up and crash into the castle? I'll never get my pilot's cutie mark at this rate!”
>Diamond Tiara 's hushing Scootaloo with a hoof, then speaking into the radio with a touch of impatience. “Uh, roger that, Canterlot. We'll keep our distance from the castle. Five-mile radius, got it. But just so you know, this jet belongs to my dad, Filthy Rich.
>“F-RICH, we're well aware. Everything looks clear for your training flight, but be advised there's a flock of Pegasi doing weather patrol to the east, near Cloudsdale, at 6,000 hooves. Over.”