I nodded. "I've never tried myself. Well, outside of the occasional pony ride. But in general? Not so much." I looked at the horse -- "Fudge," I guess. He seemed like a nice enough horse at any rate.

I nodded. Back home, it was nearly December; I wasn't sure what the season was here, but it sure felt a little nippy. The smell of the food, however, was definitely much more welcoming than the idea of a cold swim, and my rumbling stomach reminded me that I'd been more or less grazing the last few days on stuff I was certain was safe in the Sanctuary. "Well, it does smell good," I said, trying not to drool a bit. Good, nothing, it smelled fantastic. "Maybe I'll take a look."