User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Spring 2016/@comment-27161581-20160318033853

''The condesation spells out: "Food !" before fading away.''

A few moments later, the greying mare from before enters the room, carrying a platter full of some kind of kelp rolls, a glass of water, and a sippy cup with a straw.

????: "Goldfin, we also have cider, if you should want any. She isn't bothering you or anything?"