"Exploding..." Blake cut off and shook his head. "I don't wanna know."

He made a mental note not to step on anything in forests in case it's a natural grenade.

"I guess when what you've got is a hammer, everything looks like a nail. Here their hammers are horse monsters."

Blake was out of his element too. He didn't even go to his own prom, back...a whole lot of years ago.

"Yeah. Somebody has to keep an eye on all the excitable idiots and make sure nobody's dog burns the house down."