He waited until both unicorns had finished their meals before reaching for the pie. Without even asking, he took the knife and cut the pie into eight slices, serving each of the unicorns. They could have cut their own slices, as they had done with the bread, but watching them eat with floating forks had been weird enough, and Twilight hovering a bread knife had been kind of alarming. It was too easy to imagine it going off course and stabbing him.