Moments later a tall, slender unicorn mare of purple-tinged white—clad in another baggy, disreputable denim coverall—put in an appearance, triumphantly levitating a massive sledgehammer and prybar. Her pastel pink mane, streaked with oil and perhaps coolant, was bound up in a practical, if inelegant, bun. On catching sight of the visitors, she bobbled her levitation a bit, but managed to put the heavy tools on a nearby countertop. "Oh! Mister Cook. It is so good to see you."