Sam chuckled and slapped a bandage on one elbow before moving to the next so he could repeat the process. The talk of ponies made him forget about his state of undress or the scars on his back or the whole Brooke thing.

"Kinda sorry I missed seeing you as a pony," Sam lamented, shrugging. "I got to meet the other Sam and Wesley. At least you could talk though, right? No thumbs but the ability to speak. Good tradeoff?"