*Braeburn exitedly canters into the room, eager to greet the newcomers.*
"Well, if this ain't the best of surprises," he whinnied. "You're late, you know. Don't think I didn't notice!"
*He violently shakes hooves with each guest in turn.*
"You've kept everypony waiting! Now that don't mean you ain't welcome, far from it! Set yourself down and I'll fetch ya each a salt lick."
*Braeburn trots off to the kitchen, happily humming an
old wild west tune.*
