Sandy turned a lovely shade of green at the mention of that food which shall not be named. "Ughhh...let's just find Night Jewel." He trotted off, not really in the mood to joke around. He couldn't even fetch a doll today without getting his flank handed to him on a silver platter.
Again, the foal nodded. "Ohhh, okay." He squirmed and fidgeted, another question just so desperately wanting to come out. He gave Gwyn's leg another tug. "Um, Miss Gwyn? Are you and Mister Grills married?"