There was a giant tart on one tray, already cut into twelve slices, while a second tray held stuffed green peppers. Aside from the shredded yellow cheese on the top, the filling was unidentifiable. Dale was amused to note that the peppers were smaller than those he was used to seeing at the supermarket, and he briefly wondered if pony crops were smaller than their Earth equivalents. That can’t be true, though; the apple was huge. A nagging thought was going through his mind that there was no reason to assume that their crops were identical to Earth’s, but he pushed it aside. They looked the same, and he could eat them . . . besides, most of the food in the kitchen had been recognizable.