He finished the last bite of his tart, still deep in thought. I haven’t seen any of them eat, besides the . . . well, unicorns, I suppose. I’ll have to pay attention the next time I’m eating with plain ponies. Dale cut off a slice of stuffed pepper and brought it to his mouth, trying to ignore the hopeful look on the face of the chef. Does she wish she had a horn so she could lift things with it, or is she happy the way she is? He took a bit of the pepper and chewed it thoughtfully. He could taste beans and nuts in it, both flavors almost overwhelming the slightly bitter taste of the pepper. A hint of strong cheese complimented the flavor—it wasn’t quite as strong as feta, but close.