It might violate experimental protocol, but I’m hungry. Twilight levitated a sensible portion out of the bowl and bit off a mouthful—almost, but not quite missing Dale’s startled expression. “Oh, this is divine. Please, please tell me he has more! You’ve got to try this.” She floated it over towards Dale. Again, he shook his head and held out his hand as if to ward it off. Twilight let out an exasperated snort which was quickly tempered by another mouthful of clover.