Dale relaxed as they led him out of the kitchen. The pony in charge of the food had seemed a friendly enough sort, but she had an expression like he was breaking her heart whenever he refused to sample a particular kind of food. It was almost as if she were taking it as a personal insult. Twilight probably should have found someone who was more experienced in cooking for non-ponies. He’d already guessed from her list that she was thinking like a herbivore; he’d actually been surprised when Lyra had eaten half his roast-beef sandwich. Still, if they were so keen on exploring alien planets, it was hard to imagine that they’d never come across an omnivorous species before. 