"Arcane Crabapple Mist!" The boy winced at the use of his full name. "You will take that back right this instant, young stallion!" the mare said with a haughty raising of her muzzle to the heavens and a rustling of her leathery wings. Her cooking could never be so bad. Her husband was just always late home from work because of overtime, and he totally wasn't eating his dinners literally anywhere else. That would be ridiculous! "And where did you learn about those... things!?" The boy played with the spoon in his magic and looked anywhere other than at his mother.