You have to figure this is probably an inside joke or reference that Lyra would get. You aren’t even sure what it stands for. Chocolate Quilted Coconut? Can’t Quit Chasing? … You can’t think of anything else that starts with a Q. Wordsmith you are not.

In your excitement you ask the gray mare how to sneak inside the palace, without realizing what a horrible idea that was until it’s too late.  She immediately stops petting Simple, stares at you while taking a few steps back, and flies off. But not before cycling back around to deliver a letter to that mailbox you were blocking. Neither rain nor sleet, nor mischievous fillies evidently.

There is now a clear crowd of ponies watching you and whispering to each other. You should go. Somewhere. Anywhere. Now!