"Maybe tomorrow, the sign needs to get painted first," She hovered over and seemed to be studying him like a specimen.
"Anyways, we need to first get a nice big canvas....err sheet...or something. To paint on."
"Who knows, let's go grab brunch and then visit him, maybe he's home," She said as she began to brush her mane a bit. Silverpine might have noticed it smelled of cucumber melon, a little mane wash she had at the sleepover.
(It can be handwaved that they eat brunch off screen and are on their way to sandy's)