[As fun as the Gala was, it did something for Kafei he never thought would be possible: Put things in perspective. The food, while very pretty and some of it absolutely delicious, had some...interesting ingredients to it. Namely flowers, grasses, hay, normal pony food. It was not something he could eat, and a part of him was very thankful for that, and yet there were people...people he knew weren't ponies before, eating them like it was no problem. Nothing wrong with that, in fact he was almost impressed.

...And then it made him think. A lot. If he were a pony, how long would it take him to start eating those sorts of things? Because right now? It sounded a lot easier than what his body craved. In other words, in desperation of trying to get some kind of protein, Kafei often found himself snapping at bugs. It was awful, demeaning...but would anyone else think so? So far he's been able to control himself just in time, but with the way he shows up on the scroll resting pathetically on one of his cushions and the way his stomach begins to growl, he almost wonders if he should stop caring.

He could, you know, hunt, but that takes a lot more effort... Rabbits are way too fast.]

How...how long does it take to adjust to eating strange things here? Did anyone else have a difficult time with this, because I think I'm going mad.

[He says that so casually. But no, really, how long did it take for others to stop depending on cakes, because that information is important. For science.]

*The pegasus on the scroll is a wild looking one, with an eyepatch over his left eye and tattoos on his forelegs. More strangely, though, he's accompanied by what looks like a large, orange wolf. When he speaks, it's in a country accent thick enough to rival any Apple.*

Ahm guessin' from the hooves and all that mah quick visit went and turned into an extended invite. It's flatterin' and all, but ah got places to be, so why don't y'all point me in the direction'a whoever ah gotta have me a chat with to get a ticket outta this place? Ahm guessin' it ain't easy, or a bunch'a y'all wouldn't still be here, but don't you go sayin' it's impossible now.

'Specially wanna hear from you, Fluttershy. Looks like ah might be takin' up yer offer'a help after all.

*His wings ruffle, and he looks back at them with a flat expression.*

And in the meantime, could someone teach me how to use these darn things? Ain't done nothin' but get caught on things, but ah know they're supposed to be good for flyin'!

*The wolf next to him barks, and he looks back at the scroll.*

Ah, right, we ain't on the Legacy no more. Since mah reputation ain't had a chance to precede me yet, ah guess ah better introduce myself. Ah am Moses Sandor, wielder of Sacred Eres! And this here's Giet, so don't go confusin' him for some wild animal, ya hear?!