Dale cut off a forkful of pancake and took a small bite, trying to classify what they’d put in the pancakes. Spinach and cheese. Odd. He had to give the chef credit, though—those were things he’d showed her that he ate, and she’d obliged him. Maybe it made more sense to the pony palate. However, just like the flower-and-cucumber sandwich Lyra had shared with him, it actually tasted pretty good.