"You can call me Spring. Almost everypony does. It seems that Settin hasn't gotten the memo yet though." Spring Tales suggested as the second part of her name made her sound more like a pony that should be writing novels. And honestly, she might have done that a whole lot better than being a newspaper reporter. She extended her own hoof and shook Snapshot's her eyes brightening and her tail twitching a bit crazily. Others at the firm called this the 'story sense' that she possessed. Whenever these senses occur, it was bound to be the best cover story/actual story Fillydelphia has ever read. They were few and far between which is why those at the firm always looked forward to whenever it happened. She fought the urge to roll her eyes at Settin's words. It wasn't like she only created 'stories' and nothing else. She did her job, but she wasn't one to be irritated for long, so she grins curious to find out what story Snapshot could possibly tell that had caused such a big reaction. "Alright Settin, I'll leave you to your work." She says and then she murmurs softly to Snapshot, "Come on, let's get out of here. I can only take criticism for so long." She says turning and exiting Settin's office.