Snickers chuckles under his breath, trying not to be too loud so as not to awake the napping Silvermane in the corner. "Only because you were here. Normally we don't get along this well. But you helped put him in a good mood, and... well... Thanks. If it weren't for you an Silvermane, me and Uncle Flapjack would still be... whatever we were this morning..." he shrugs, before putting a pot on the stove and filling it with milk. "But yes, now that we're on such good terms, he is quite nice. Though there were certainly some odd moments. Seriously, he was worried I liked stallions?" she grins to himself, and shakes his head at the silliness.