[Chaser Residence]
Garion wrinkled his brow. "That seems silly. Ponies could just hold onto to each other, and then they wouldn't fall-"
And then they took off.
The colt gasped and immediately scooted to the side of the wagon, sticking his head over the side. They were! They really were off the ground! His eyes grew wide and sparkled with innocent wonder. His tail swished like it had a life of its own; he hadn't in his wildest dreams expected they would be flying to the beach. Could this day get any better?
[Stadium]
Sandy winced and promptly bonked his head on the snack bar counter. "Y'don't have t'say it so loud..." he meekly moaned. "Why don't you go and fetch a round of root beers for us an' Fox? I've been meanin' t'get him one."
Approximately none of what Snickers said put his heart at ease. After all, weren't some evil rituals 99% drawing, and only 1% dark magic? Once Silverpine was distracted with ordering, or better yet, out of earshot, he glanced up at the baker with a raised eyebrow. "Er, 'mostly' just recipes? What all's there that ain't recipes and stuff?"