As the group walked back to Dale’s hospital room, Twilight vowed to avoid allowing anypony else to take charge that she didn’t trust implicitly. She just had a growing feeling of unease that things were spinning farther and farther out of control, and Dale hadn’t been here a whole day yet. All her good ideas and plans were dashed to the ground before they were even partially implemented. She’d wanted to introduce the foods to Dale in an orderly manner—such as the order in which they were drawn on her parchment—and to allow him to sample only one unsure food per day, at the most. That way, if he had a reaction, they’d know what food had caused it and could avoid it in the future.