"Aye! To your grandfather! What about the rest of us!?" she shouted at the downed stag, advancing on him. Jacques had almost leaped at the deer the second she struck him had his tail not been firmly held in place by a white magical aura. He looked up to see Riverblossom, balancing her head on her hoof while leaning on the table, shaking her head slowly, smiling genially all the while. "Did you not care!?"