“I mean… well, I’ve got feet, and my feet have shoes. Those are on the ground, but my actual feet are never actually touching the ground. My hands are no problem since I don’t walk on them, but…” You withdraw your arms and wipe them on the sides of your coat, and she looked up at you with a raised brow. “You ponies walk on your hooves. And you just came back from a dirty, dirty bathroom and touched me with them.”