Sandbar: I mean, duh. I’m a pony. We’re all cute and cuddly. Comes with the territory

Silverstream: *puffs cheeks* but Yona is so fluffy! And just look at Gallus’ feathers! They’re so soft! It seems being a pony is just cheating!

Gallus: Since when did you feel my feathers? Wait, I don’t actually want to know. What I do know is that someone is getting a little pudgy there. *prods Sandbar’s belly*

Ocellus: Maybe you could go join the Running of the Leaves in the coming months. Our professors said it is always really fun to take part. And they even have medals.

Yona: Medals? Medals for which creature is best? Yaks best! Yona will enter race!

Smolder: I think I’ll just sit this one out. If the rules say I can’t fly, I can’t beat you lot.

Gallus: Don’t worry. We’ll be going slow anyway because of Sir Pudge-alot

Sandbar: Hey! Quit it.

Gallus: Sure thing Sandbag.

Sandbar: *pouts*