“Of course, my friend, anything to help you out of this bend. I shall make a new batch for you upon the morrow that is sure to remedy your furry little friends’ sorrow.” Zecora walked from her side of the table to theirs. Handy tolerated the interruption, not planning on leaving the zebra just yet. “You have yet to introduce me to this strange friend of yours. Another that Twilight and company have picked up on their tours?”