"Well then," Alvin chuckled. He'd never seen a creature with such vehement dislike of something. It was amusing if nothing else. "I would have eaten that, thanks." He teased, apparently still channeling his inner fairy tale princess. No matter that it had been on the ground. He thought a small critter would be less discerning. He was holding the bridle of the pony, stroking the creature's neck idly. It had calmed down, which was helpful, would allow him to walk it back to where it— (a quick glance) she, belonged.

"Good luck finding something that tasty then." Alvin chided. "I've got to take a walk and get a new one for myself." It wouldn't be hard, he supposed, as he could probably swindle his way into a replacement, citing the incident, surely somebody would take pity on him.