"Thwy're whaf whay?" Jacques asked, mouthful of sword present as his head popped up from a rather large bush. Whirlwind reflected on how silly he looked without his hat and the receding green colouration of his facial hair he had received from a rather reserved mare who didn't take too kindly to his advances. Okay, he had to be honest, Jacques looked silly anyway, but he could at least pull off that whole dashing swordspony schtick rather well.