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It took me a little while to decide on a font for the Diamond Dogs’ dissonant dialogue, but I eventually found one that looked alright AND doubled as a pun:

Baskerville Old Face.

Rarity: As we keep mining, I want to stay away from any area that might be good for an ambush. Rocky clearings, narrow passages, and the like.
DM: Very well. Your horn glows again, and you notice that there’s a large gem somewhere… above you, in the trees.
Rarity: Oh, bother. I shout out, “I know you’re up there! I don’t suppose we could talk about this face to face?”
DM: The creature hiding in the tree drops down. It’s a tall, dog-like creature wearing a vest and a gem-studded collar.
Rover: Whatever you say, po-ny…
Rarity: <sigh> I was hoping for something a little more intelligent, but I guess this will have to do.