Sandy...well, ya'll know the drill by now. He just sat there with a dopey grin on his face, but otherwise, didn't even bat an eyelash as he was thoroughly nuzzled by a rather attractive mare.
Unless an eye twitch is an old-Equestrian form of greeting, Sandy didn't even acknowledge that Silverpine and the others had walked in. That is, until...
...the hooves left his shoulders. A few seconds later, and Sandy snapped his head up, scrubbing at his eyes. "Huh? Wha-?!" There was Silverpine - he wasn't there just a moment ago - and another mare he was supposed to be having a nice speed-date with - definitely wasn't there a moment ago. He really needed more sleep. In his hurried panic to pick himself up, the dolt colt flopped out of his chair and landed stomach-first on the ground. "Oh, jeez, I'm sorry, I don't what all came over me, I been dozin' off right an' left, sorry 'bout that," he babbled as he rushed around the table, pulled out a chair for Eclair, and politely waited for her to take her seat.