"Are we really going to have this conversation?" asks Andrew, pinching the bridge of his nose (and encountering the mask instead of his own flesh). "Now? In front of him?" He gestures to the blue pony, who's looking increasingly worried and put out. "I'm assuming he doesn't know enough to tell you, since it sounds like he opened his big mouth about everything else."

He scowls and sniffs in a deep breath. "Sorry about this, Daine. I wouldn't've come over if I'd realized this was going to be an interrogation."