(True, but I think I may just wait for Snickers to drop by. I can't think of much better ways of meeting ponies than as they are deliveringgenderbendingperfectly normal pies.)
Garion, looking all spiffy and handsome from his grooming, trotted up to his pillow and sat his little flank down. He looked over Miss Gwyn with a critical eye, then shook his head gravely. "I don't think Miss Gwyn would be very tasty," he said with deadpan seriousness. "She's too soft and fuzzy and to taste good."