User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Fall 2017/@comment-5837525-20170913003112

Orbit: You don't sound fine... Uhhhh, Mr. Spearmint? If there isn't any other pressing business, perhaps we should get some rest sooner rather than later?

(The booth pony's jaw hangs and the sunglasses on his forehead slip down as the two remaining bottles practically explode in a small burst of glass.)

Booth Pony: Uhhhhh...

Peter: Heh. Sorry, buddy. She's not nearly as frail as she looks.

(Reaching up to the rack of stuffed animals, Peter picks up a moderately-sized ursa minor plush and gives it to Sylvia.)

Peter: Looks like you earned this.