Both Midnight and I watch as Starla raises her banded hoof up to hover over the countertop, finding a suitable chopping knife for her task. "This little contraption Teddy cooked up – pun intended by the way," she pauses, giggling as she sets her hoof and the device onto the handle of the knife. "Anyway, this makes it a lot easier for me to do things like chopping or handling other utensils. Believe me, mincing stuff up using a knife clutched between your teeth gets dizzying very quickly."