One of the few good things about living in a land whose language you don’t understand much is the silence. Most of the sounds become background noise and you can just sulk into your thoughts, without getting involved with anyone.

They had managed to come back to the Pony ignoring most of the girls but as they entered, there was Ruby. They had to smile at Ruby.

“Bonità,” they greeted the older woman, as they took a chair and surrounded the younger woman’s shoulders in a comforting fashion, with their bright smile on their face. They put so much warmth in it they filled the room with it. Which naturally meant there was not as much space for anybody else.

“What is food?” the question was what was there for breakfast.