Garion was off his seat and clinging to Miss Gwyn before anypony could blink. "Y-you'll be back, right? How far away is Manehatten? How long does a date last?" he asked on the verge of panic. He just spent a night away from her, and he felt awful afterwards. What if a date lasted two days? Or worse yet...three days?! The little colt buried his muzzle in her chest with a little whimper.