"Alright then!" he said, hopping back to his hooves. "Well, all that unpleasantness aside, we're alive!" he exclaimed, standing on his rear hooves, forelegs spread wide as he let himself fall back on bed of flowers on the undergrowth. Handy blinked. Flowers. He hadn't seen a single flower since he arrived here. Now that he looked properly, the ground was practically covered in them, which just didn't make sense for another reason altogether. Wasn't it autumn, with winter was on its way? "I mean, for a second there, I was worried that pony would completely crush us. You know, having sent you and Jacky to la-la land there several hours early."