Carmel rolls her eyes. "Aaaaaaand there goes the mood again." she mutters under her breath. "Well, I don't have anything against trains so I guess I shouldn't let this one get blown up."<br/><br/>There's a sparkle of magic, and then a large HARD oak paddle with holes cut into it smashes into GC's head. If it doesn't knock him unconscious completely, it's definetly going to keep him from freaking out any harder.<br/><br/>"Stop it. That much angst in everyday conversation isn't healthy." The unicorn seems wholly un-impressed. "Seriously, you sound like a bad OC in a bad fanfic."