User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-24422626-20170914141346

Glaive: I can send the drone.

* ''Concrete has a Sweet Apple Acres Gold-Label hard cider in his hoof within the minute. "Imported from Ponyville." Chilled and delicious. ''*

Honor: Makes sense... makes sense...

* Honor plods back over to the fireplace and begins turning the embers over with the spoon.*

Em: A fine cottage notwithstanding.

* The zebra opens one of his saddlebags and produces a linen of cookies, which he sets on the coffee table.*

Em: For having me.