He looked up at Celestia. She was happily staring at him, her gaze half-lidded. The warmth that radiated from her eyes alone gave him signals that were more mixed than Twilight trying to run a lemonade stand in the middle of a scheduled thunderstorm. He would walk up to said lemonade stand and ask for grapes instead just to see her reaction, only for her to prattle on about how him buying the lemonade would fund Spike's latest endeavor that was brought to him by a bout of dragonfire mixed with whiskey. To put it in short, it wouldn’t make sense.