Did they? Sandy dug through his memories, until a conversation from Grills earlier in the day was unearthed. "Ohhhhhhhh. Right. That." The miniature stallion was quiet for a moment, looking to himself - wrapped up in a cloth and clutched in his friend's teeth - and the three friends, two of whom were genderbent and wearing space outfits. "Y'know, I think I could really, really go for a hoofball game. Just a night out, watchin' a game, an' hangin' out with folks. No magical nonsense, no drama, just a normal night out like what other ponies have." After the two months or so he'd spent in this town? It sounded like a little slice of heaven.
And true, nothing happens. It seems Sandy has gotten his misfortune for the day.
For now.