[If the magic wasn't invovled, I'd pick the middle one only. Alas.]
Sandy tugged at his collar nervously, giving her an earnest (and apologetic) smile of his own. "'Hobbies? I think I just got a new one: Talking to you.'" Every nerve in his body told him to facehoove. Did such cheesiness really just come out of his mouth? The things he did for-that familiar tingling started up in his throat, the magic! "Uh, I-I also like sand-sculptin'. A-and goin' for runs on th' beach, especially in th' mornin'. And....flying?" Did that count, now that he was a pegasus? It must've been enough for the magic, as the tingling disappeared.
Good save; he nearly made a fool of himself there.