"These are dreams of zapapples. And there's nightmares mixed in there. I have no desire to find out what they plan on doing with this fruit!"

When Chell took off with one of the apples, the grey unicorn paused to watch. The lack of audible reaction to the tossing it over the baiier earnd a grimace from Lin. "Well. That doesn't bode well. All right, people, step it up!"

Up goes the baby dragon (the blue colour means it has to be the mouthy 'ai' from York and North's world), and Lin eyes his location carefully as she trots onwards towards the next set of trees. She hadn't meant quite that literally, but if it worked? She wasn't about to complain.

The pricklemane eyed Kri-Kri as he hopped on by, heading after his person. That made no sense.