He grimaced. "Yeah? Could've fooled myself. I got in three fights, and the fussy lassie who gave me this thing had four legs and said neigh." Shrinking back inside the blankets, he grumbled quietly, "I wasn't actually fighting with the horse, though. I was fighting with the creep who owned the horse."

He'd already been stopped by nearly half a dozen people trying to help him tonight, despite his best efforts to go unnoticed, so he'd given up trying to avoid it and decided to just appreciate it when it happened. He sighed.

"What've you got?"