“Goodnight, chère,” Jacques said, blowing out the candle and casting the room into darkness with nothing but the moonlight for guidance. It took Thorax all of five seconds to decide that no, in fact, she would not be the one to be sleeping on the floor that night and proceeded to tackle her would-be paramour off of the bed. The ensuing wrestling bout to decide who would be sleeping where caused quite a ruckus, with lots of shouting and things falling over, a situation that doubtlessly would have been hilarious to the ponies down below if such creatures had been capable of such simple things as true laughter.