She paws at her muzzle and leans back into her seat so the ponies across the isle couldn’t see her failure. “Hey, stop that you’ll just make a bigger mess.” You nudge her hooves out of the way and start pulling bits of pink gum from her blue fur. Her thankful eyes meet yours. Your look said enough; an ‘I told you so’ would’ve been redundant and unnecessarily damaging to her already wounded ego.