The temptation to spiral their hoofball right into Luna's balcony door to ask her if she wanted to play was a tempting one, now equally a past one, considering the hoofball was probably floating in the fountain, deflated or in smithereens. Luckily, all damage seemed to be to hedges and bushes, which should... hopefully grow back. But considering its midday, even if they still had the ball, that idea was one that would likely end in his swift demise; and he's already avoided one of those today. Another time.