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And lo, somewhere off in Stormbreak, Mateo felt a great disturbance in the Force, as if millions of sentient vines suddenly cried out in terror and were suddenly silenced. Ronin, however, feels nothing but the growing emptiness in his stomach where pastries ought to be. "Oh sure, why didn't I think of that?" he grumbles, as if the vixen isn't a veritable eating machine. Any attempts to slow down are met with furious snuffles and yips and the flail of many paws, so stick that up your pipe and smoke it, Remi. "A game," he repeats dryly, raising his eyebrows. "I'm not sure she's in a position to play fetch, and I don't know if she knows the rules for blackjack." And so, with exquisite upset writ across his face, Ronin slowly surrenders his last pastry to a foxy maw. ronypony it's always nice to make an impression