“It is, and I’ll be fine, thank you,” I rolled out of the bed. “I suppose… I should go head towards the wedding. That seems really important,” with that, the two of us shook hooves, and we left our room. After Ms. Breeze locked it and gave me the keys, which she explicitly told me not to eat, she started off on her way, likely to some beach to sip alcoholic drinks on while her daughter played in the sand or something. I sighed, before heading on down to the sun-room, or the room where the wedding was taking place. Hopefully I’ll get to get a nibble of some love; I’ve been full for the last few weeks, but a little bit of romantic love was always a treat.