"And perhaps one day I can entice you into trying one of our chef's stuffed quails. The meat is so tender, it practically falls off the bone." Swiftwing paced down the hallway behind her, his mind brimming with questions. It was obvious that this meeting regarded the creature in Ponyville—the one Gerard had sent a telegram about—and he was burning to know how much she was going to share with him. Too little, and he could press his knowledge to his advantage, perhaps even seize an ambassador or two for the griffons.