Yona soon came back, the teapot dangling from one horn, and she carefully tilted her head to refill her own, Sandbar's, and Ember's cups. Then the pair shared another nuzzle, miraculously not resulting in scalding hot liquid scorching any green pony fur. They both noticed the look Ember was giving them, then, and yak bluntness and compactness of sentences had the words out the fastest, "Ember not know Yona and Sandbar couple?"