Zipp Storm

Hey. Du kannst mich Zipp nennen. Was geht ab?

Zipp Storm: Engaging maximum sneaky.
You: How does it feel being able to fly again?
Zipp Storm: Oh, it's great. No more of Mom making me only pretend I could fly. I'm pretty good at it, and I'm learning all the techniques, too. The harder it gets, the more danger there is. It's pretty cool.
You: For being a pegasus, you seem pretty down to earth sometimes.
Zipp Storm: Thanks. I do science work on the side, so I have a pretty keen eye for things too. It's nice keeping sis and my friends on track and giving them a helping hoof from time to time; all it takes is a bit of thinking and common sense.
You: Tell me more about the detective work.
Zipp Storm: Honestly, it's simpler than you'd think. Keep a notepad for ideas. Keep track of a timeline, and what happens when, and what ponies are doing at those times and why. Motives and alibis are important to figure out and remember. All you have to do is follow the clues.
You: Do you ever wish Pipp was the older sibling?
Zipp Storm: What, so she could be the heir instead of me? She loves the popularity, so sometimes, but it would probably be a selfish wish. I'm kind of just figuring it out for now. You know, it would be great if we could co-rule. I could handle all the private responsibility stuff, and she could handle all the public appearances stuff. Not a bad idea, although I'm not sure if I could tie myself down like that either. Will investigate further.