Literature
Recognition
Trixie sat in a booth of the inn/tavern, listening to the storm. She felt undressed without her cape and hat, but Ponyville was the one place she didn't want recognition.
"I'm going to need a room and a bottle of your best," Trixie said to the nearest waiter.
Not long after getting her bottle, Trixie felt a hoof tap her on the side. Trixie turned to see a purple earth pony looking at her with bleary eyes and standing on unsteady hooves. 'Clearly,' Trixie thought to herself, 'she's a popular customer here.'
"You're the Great and Powerful Trixie," she accused with a slur.
"Why," Trixie sighed, "you a fan?"