>Your vast and world-encompassing map impresses her.
>“Whoa.”
>At least, it seemed to for a second.
>What a lacklustre reaction.
“What, you don't think it's up to scratch?”
>Adjusting her glasses, she glances back towards you.
>“No, don't be silly.”
>Well after she harassed you to show you this, you thought she'd show a little more appreciation.
“Then what's wrong with it?”
>She smiles.
>“Your point of reference for the Everfree is way off.”
>There's no way.
>“Not to mention Hollow Shades is about 50km to the left, if your scale is to be trusted.”
>You could've sworn that-
>“Goodness me, Anon. Canterlot is nowhere /near/ Appleloosa!”
>She chuckles warmly, much to your disgust.
“Well then Mosina, let's see anything you've done that could possibly best this!”
>Her laugh stops and her eyes close almost entirely.
>The wings of the pony ruffle, her tail swishing.
>“You're challenging me?”
>Carefully, your mind concocts an intricate response, one that will surely baffle her.
>The execution must be perfect, it has to strike terror in her heart!
>Your eyelids thin too, and then-
“Yes.”
>“Oh, well that seems fair enough. Let me show you.”
>Taken by surprise, you retract a little.
“Really?”
>“No. You have no idea what you're in for, human.”
>This means war.
“Fine. If you can come up with a map of the town better than I can in a day, then you have the right of being sole geographer of Hollow Shades.”
>Competitively, she smiles.
>“Well, I'll see you in a day then, Anon.”
>She quietly exits the house.
>So, this is it.
>Nothing but solid geographing for the next 24 hours.

>It's not right, the post office should be here!
>And your house is right beside it!
>You're not... you're not going to have to concede to your exploring nemesis are you?
>It just isn't working!
>And the deadline is approaching, you stayed up all night and day trying to figure out where the corner shop fits into your map.
>It simply doesn't! It can't! It won't!
>All the while, you saw her flapping around taking mental and physical notes on her map.
>But...
>Then again, who's to say she's doing any better?
>Aha!
>This could turn out to be a terrible idea, but at 4am, anything's a good idea!
>Just jam the fuckin' shop in there!
>Of course it's beside Echo's house, of course!
>What does Mosina know? She doesn't have your powers of deduction!
>She doesn't even know how to tie shoelaces!
>Not that she'd ever have a need for that...
>But still!
>Take each advantage as it comes.
>Little map-makin', can't-tie-shoe-in' bat.
>With the last sip of your coffee mug, you find the perfect spot to pound the bakery in to and promptly thunk your head on the table, immediately meeting sleep.

>“Open up in there!”
>Oh, fuck!
>You spin your head and look at the clock, it's ten o'clock! You were supposed to be up ten minutes ago!
“J-just coming! Gimme a second!”
>Moment of justice, truth, destiny, any other placeholder inspirational word, etcetera.
>Taking a quick look at your map, you find there's a massive lump in your throat.
>This is... godawful.
>You just pray Mosina hasn't done anything that could possibly rival this.
>...of course, that would be asking a qualified geographer to make a sketch comparable to a 6-year-old's painting of a house.
>Not happening.
>The doorknob is right in front of you.
>With a squeak, it twists and Mosina's blue face is presented to you.
>“Well, how did yours go?”
>Of course, it would be better to lie.
“F-fabulous. Obviously. You?”
>She grins at you, this time without a hint of malice.
>“I hope you did. I think mine's pretty good.”
>She unravels the paper onto your table, and your heart sinks.
>It's fucking perfect. How terrible.
>“Let's see yours, Anon.”
>Shaking like Hitler's hand in the Arctic, you push it gingerly.
>“Well this looks like- Holy...”
>Her face says nothing but “absolute mayhem”.
>“The corner shop is not there...”
>“Oh bless, the baker's is far too close to my house.”
>“And furthermore-”
>Her chastising stops when she turns to face you.
>A quivering wreck of a geographer.
>“Hey, it's okay. I can help you get-”
“OH GOD WHY CAN'T I JUST MAKE A GOOD MAP”
>Yelling at the top of your lungs, Mosina tries to comfort you but is unheard beneath your screams.
>It's making the house shake.
>“Anon! It's okay!”
>Revealing your pitiful face, you finally respond to her.
“It... it is?”
>Her yellow eyes are genuine, with a beaming grin.
>“Yes, I didn't really want to map out things anyway. You can have the job.”