Originally Posted by
TheAmishPirate
Sandy shot Night Jewel a despairing look, one that spoke to the hundreds of times he'd been forced to say his true feelings towards something in crowded, public areas. "You don't know th' half of it." He doubted he'd ever forget that incident with the muffin...
Ahem, er, back on track. He shook the odd feeling out of his head and massaged the strangeness from his jaw. "Yeah, I suppose a mare like that'd be nice an' all, but I ain't th' sort t'be picky. Hay, I thought I was tellin' th' truth when I said I hadn't thought about it." He held his head in his forehooves; this town just never ceased to give him a headache. "Guess that means I could use a hoof or two in workin' with th' truth spell too."