Jeeves was too surprised to resist the mare's pull, unused to being grabbed. He wasn't his employer, after all, and most tended to take his presence as too imposing for that sort of thing. He remembered Mrs. Wilberforce had done so when she visited, and it was just as disconcerting. But now he was atop the dream eater and trying to figure out how to hold onto it without the benefit of hands. Descartes flew after them, screeching what to Jeeves' ears sounded like encouragement.

He looked over at Pinkie and mimicked her stance. Their hooves were not normal, he had to remind himself of that. The rules that should apply to them did not. "While I appreciate your and your spirit's enthusiasm, Ms. Pie, a walking tour would have been more than sufficient for my purposes." His voice was tense as he watched the ground pass below them, visions of horses breaking legs and having to be euthanized with the business end of a rifle during the War flashing through his head.