@FanOfMostEverything  
What do you mean “kind-of-sort-of?” She flat out did become one.

Climate change isn’t real, they said. Windigos are just a little foals tale. Well, what the buck do you call those things?

Twinkleshine: “I normally have a stuntpony for stuff like this!”  
Lyra: “This isn’t Applewood, this is reality! Besides, our mutual friend Twilight must’ve solved stuff like this a couple dozen times or so!”  
Minuette: “Doesn’t change the fact that it’s a first for us!”  
Twinkleshine: “What about the royal wedding?”  
Lyra: “Doesn’t count! We were brainwashed, so we didn’t even know what was happening! And that made us part of the problem, not the solution and not even victims like all the other times!”  
Minuette: “I’m not exactly proud of that!”  
Lyra: “So what? I’ve successfully convinced the press that it was three changelings who had made it in early!”  
Twinkleshine: “But that rendered your ending up with the bouquet invalid, didn’t it?”  
Lyra: “Nope! If you wanna beat me to it, you’d better find a special somepony to marry before my wedding with Bon Bon next moon! Good luck!”  
Minuette: “We’ll need good luck to make it out of this which kind of brings us back on topic!”  
Lyra: “Luck? Ladies, we haven’t been at Celestia’s School for Gifted Unicorns for nothing!”

“I did not kind-of sort-of become a secret agent to see this kind of horseapples!”  
“A secret what now?”  
“Not now, Twinkle, I’m ranting!”