Snickers ponders. "Huh. Maybe."
He looks over to Foxglove. "Were you wanting to hang out later? I'd hate to disappoint any plans you were putting together by randomly trotting off to Filly, especially since we were hanging out first," he says with a sheepish smile. He has no idea how to politely ask her if she minds him leaving. Then again, he doesn't even know why he's asking. Why is he asking? It's not like she owns him, or they're dating or anything. And yet, it feels wrong not to ask her.
Snickers mentally wails in confused anguish.