“I’m taking your word for it.” You open up to the bookmark and quickly find where you stopped reading last. Dash lays across the couch, resting her head on your leg, her fore hooves tucked and her muzzle pointed straight up. Her multicolored hair pours across your lap, spilling between your legs like a trippy waterfall. You scratch the scruff of her chest before plopping a chocolate into your mouth. Magenta eyes follow your movements as you gulp it down. 