(Meanwhile, at an entirely different table…)
Gaffer: Gotta say, this whole "pony" thing is working out better than I thought.
8-bit: Yeah, it's kinda fun!
Poindexter: For you unicorns and pegasi, maybe. I'm still figuring out how my hooves are supposed to work.
Gaffer: Magnets, man. But seriously, no one is forcing you to play earth ponies. Certainly not two in a row – but who's counting?
Poindexter: You just wanted to describe a pony PC dying a grisly death.
Gaffer: How now. I'm not vindictive. I'm fair. Cute pony carnage is a perk.
Shining Armor: …
Gaffer: I've been meaning to ask: Does your sister know we're also playing her DM's homebrew?
Shining Armor: Uhh– No.
Poindexter: …Why not?
8-bit: Let's just say communications between camps has come to a long standstill.
Shining Armor: She hates my guts.
8-bit: Or just say that.