"It does not taste like socks!" the mare near shouted. The two of them winced and screeched as they covered their eyes, a blinding flash appearing in the air over the table. There was a wet, soppy splash and the mare felt something hot wash against her coat as her bowl spilled over. When she blinked her eyes open, what she saw rendered her speechless. Both she and her son looked at the bowls of soup before them for a long, quiet moment before her son started snickering.