Midway through the mastication process, he opened an eye and gazed directly at the purple pony who stared right back. He hesitantly chewed a few more times, his look panning from his bowl of gourmandise to the mess his throne of superheroes had made. His transgression now unmistakable, he gulped both of his food and his stress. Ensued a sheepish smile, plus a few beads of sweat for good measure.