Inkie (yes, she was Inkie again) and Primrose sat together in a crowded Hay Burger. "So it didn't work?" "Nope. He just yelled at me," Inkie replied calmly. "Of course. You know-" Primrose stopped mid-speech. Inkie followed her gaze to a stallion standing in the middle of the restaurant. He wore a burgundy scarf. His coat was a cobalt blue, and his mane was short, spiky, and brown. He brushed it over his horn and began trotting over to their table. "What do we do?" Primrose whispered. "Do you know him?" Inkie replied. Before Primrose could reply, the young man had trotted up and said, in a thick English accent, "Hello. I noticed you both from across the room." "And why ever is that?" Inkie asked. The stallion's eyes darted. "Do you trust me?"