It's a pretty good consolation prize, if I do say so myself. [She smiles at him-- realizing that due to their chatter, they've successfully made it through the death garden without her melting down! She briefly considers suggesting a high-five, then decides against it, nudging the stable door open to go see their poor, traumatized friend the horf.

She does stay firmly on the outside of the stall, just in case.]

Speaking of friends-- hey there, friend. Sorry I missed bringing your treat this morning.