User blog comment:Guildmaster Grovyle/JLE Role Play, Winter 2014-2015/@comment-24422626-20150211052103

Glaive: Thanks.

* ''Glaive takes a sip from the canteen. Immediately, micro-fireworks shoot and crackle from his ears. His slit-shaped pupils dilate until they almost resemble those of a normal pony, and he becomes obviously jittery--Glaive has to consciously try to hold his energy back for the first few moments.''*

Whoa! This stuff has a kick..!

* Butler nods back.*

Of course, Madam Serra. You may find some freshly made casserole on the lounge table, if you are at all hungry.