She looked at the two wedges, considering what he was asking her. Then, with a nod, she tilted her head down and lit her horn. A moment later, the slice of cheese on Dale’s pie slumped and began flowing towards the edge of the crust. The glow around the pie vanished, and she looked back at him with a smug look on her face, like she’d just performed a particularly clever trick. He took the pie back, feeling the slight warmth radiating off it—as far as he was concerned, she had just performed a clever trick. Sooner or later he was going to find out how they managed to do all those things with their horns. What limits do their horns have? he wondered.