[Au contraire, says the bitty pony who is now attempting to navigate its way over the side of the basket, eggshells still clinging to its haunches and back. It lands in a tangle of legs and then sneezes forcefully, it's mane and tail suddenly seeming to appear into existence from nowhere...as billowing plumes of flame.

Belphegor, meanwhile, has fished a large capsule out of the jar Nurse Joy gave to her, cracking it open to spill the contents into the soup bowl as well, stirring them in.]

Your two must be the brown ones. [she remarks idly, approaching with the medicated broth to seat herself on the edge of the bed]