Steel watched with an amused expression as the purple piglet had a Fierce Battle with the now truly emptied bowl of Meateors. She clapped a hand on her cheek and shook her head at Gran's antics, letting out a cheer as his horn tapped the offending dishware for a sign of life before kicking it away like the carcass it was.
"My hero!" ,she exclaimed loudly, scooping him up for a quick hug and a few pets before returning him to the table and to his own devices once more.
She took up another strip of meats from the center platter--a long piece of gamey but spicy jerky--and tore off a bite, chewing a few times as she mused over Avis' suggestions. All of them seemed excellent ideas, but one did stand out to her mind. "Well...seein's how our valiant little steed 'ere enjoys charging off into new territory, he might like himself a visit to th' Stables. It'd be close enough to where we can meet up with his owner should he come seekin' him, and far enough for those little hooves to feel adventurous."
She rubbed her chin, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Though...I do rather enjoy the thought of annoyin' me some Brass Blades. Or guards in general..."
