What a strange and alarming question! Frank has never considered this before, and he frowns intently at his gin.

"I... I don't know WHY I'm not a pony," he admits. He pulls himself together slightly and adds, "I suppose I can't much help it. We are the way we are. And I can't speak to Penelope. Or rather she can't speak to me. So my speaking to her would only do one of us any good."