PSL: YOU CAN LEAD A HORSE TO WATER...

[toothaches]

ACTUALLY NO. HE LEADS YOU TO WATER. AND THEN DROWNS YOU.

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[foolishwren]

Heather's already unwrapping a third burger, all hunger forgotten in the face of this new discovery. This hamburger-eating horse is too exciting, satiating their own monstrous appetites can wait.

"Get a picture with me in it!"

[toothaches]

"Okay! Get close to 'em!"

Maurice backed up several paces so that the two of them were backlit by the street lights.

"Got it! Oh....oh, hey, Meranda's awake. She texted me back." He thumbed over to the app to read it. "She says not to bring it home. She can't tell me what to do."

Technically she was his landlord so she could but. Still.

[horsetails]

Envy is having the best time he's had in a long time, just devouring everything that's put even remotely close to his face. Not only is the food delicious, but he's getting it handed to him! No effort required at all!

He's just whickering happily to himself as he chews on the latest mouthful, and except for flicking his ears at Heather when she stands next to him for the picture, he doesn't even mind. He does turn his head to nose at her hands to ask for more, though. His nose is...weirdly wet and slightly sticky, but that's an automatic response to the idea of eating. No way is he going to try and drag either of these two off now.

[foolishwren]

"Well, she might have a point. Where would you guys even keep a horse?"

She responds to the nosing by automatically reaching for another burger (they're running low at this point, it's the second-to-last one) and starting to unwrap it even as she looks over at Maurice.

"I mean, you could tie him up in the yard I guess, but that freaky rooster of yours would probably come out and peck his ankles open. ... Do horses even have ankles? ... You know what I mean."

The wet stickiness of Envy's nose goes un-noted. For all her weird hangups, Heather hasn't ever really had much interaction with real bona fide horses before. Maybe their noses are SUPPOSED to be wet.

[toothaches]

"Bloodspur's is my good baby boy! He'd leave 'em alone if I told 'em to." Maurice retorted with a huff and reached out to pat Envy's neck again. "I don't need a horse, I just wanna give Meranda a hard time. She started leavin' those passive-agressive stickynotes on the milk carton again."

Maurice crouched down so that he could be closer to the horse's head. "You wanna live at our house, buddy? Huh? You could have Meranda's room and she can live in the carport with Bloodspur!"