"Thanks!" he said the vines, which retracted to their original position after he rolled to his hooves as he got out of the basket of vines that he had landed in after being transported. The relic's presence in the human's possession, and how he was going to justify and explain to the elders his own wilful destruction of it, raised a lot of uncomfortable thoughts he'd really rather not dwell on at the moment. So he didn't! Instead, he thought of happier things! Butterflies! Honeymead! That earth pony lass who robbed him blind after he had one too many drinks!