Meanwhile, at the 'bring your foal to work day' part of the table, more kissy-kissy nonsense ensued, with Ebonshield nipping at the neck of her young lover of less than half her age. Daring another glance, Honour saw the colt tremble a bit, his ears twitching as she continued to flirtatiously assault his nape. It was questionable if he’d ever laid hooves on a mare before last night -- or Monday night, if this was in fact the same colt who’d invited Ebonshield to the frat party at the Schola Magia; Ebonshield hadn't really taken the time to introduce him, so who knew.