Gearstride-Civic Center-Kitchen

"Yea...as if though we won't have any lapses in judgement in the near future again...haha...ow..." The xanadu mare sighed.

"Wait a minute...where the hay is my hat and saddle bag?...I need my saddle bag...I gots some pieces of my fruit leather, it's a vital ingredient in the hangover cure cocktail I'm hoping to make. And also of course I need my hat," She melodramatically faux dry heaved. "Oh mah poor hat...gone again."