[At least he can still roll with her punches. She gives him an amused look, albeit strained around the edges. This still feels unreal.]

A talking horse. Okay. [Said patiently, like someone dealing with their elderly grandpa.] What did the talking horse have to say? Or does that have to do with the rules... did the horse make the rules?

[Maybe she shouldn't laugh because she knows it's very likely true in this strange place, but. It's a little ridiculous.]