"Or that robe, maybe you're practicing for Nightmare Night? How far away is that? One, two, three, twenty, forty... four months, I think? Or two? Hm! Need to start sorting out my own costume, actually! Maybe I should go as a chicken, or— oh! We could go as master and disciple, like in one of those horror stories!" Pinkie giggled before slouching, squinting one eye and widening the other as she raised her hooves, rubbing them together. "Yeeees, Masterrrr... hehehe!"