Fillydelphia

The trio are left to themselves. From downstairs, multiple voices can be heard talking and laughing. Snatches of conversation can be heard. "...our guests..." "...breakfast..." "...last week..." "...Stern's gonna..." "...what time is..." "...do they play..." "...we could ask..."

Y'know, normal slaver chatter. Also, the three ponies can smell breakfast cooking downstairs. Smells like some old wartime snack foods, as well as something more... carnivorous. If any of the ponies have eaten meat before - doubtful - they'd recognize it as being iguana.