Maurice blinks rapidly as the scene unfolds in front of him. Slowly the corners of his mouth creep upwards until he's beaming a steak-knife grin. He starts to laugh again.

"Wo-hoah! Heather! Heather, check out this horse!" He squatted down and scooped up a handful of fries, patting them into a neat bundle before holding them out for Envy the way he used to feed his parents' horses clumps of hay through the fence. "Here, boy! Shit. We gotta--we gotta name this dude Hannibal or something! Look at 'em go!"