[They enter the stables and those are definitely horses. He lingers back a moment to get a look at both of them and there's a small, fleeting thought of what Blackjack, his pegasus, would think of a place like this. (It's something he doesn't think about long though considering he knows Blackjack would just talk about the lack of donuts.) Eventually he approaches closer, trying to concentrate and see if he can pick up on anything the horses are saying.
It'd be easier if he just explained that, but alas.]
Your horse was waiting for you here when we first showed up? [Much like Mrs. O'Leary then.] How often do you let it out?
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It'd be easier if he just explained that, but alas.]
Your horse was waiting for you here when we first showed up? [Much like Mrs. O'Leary then.] How often do you let it out?