Majestic. Yes. Kate can just picture him now, mane and tail caught in the breeze, running through pregnant fields of amber and lavender; dancing through snow capped mountains, his golden coat dazzling the eye; bounding through foam and wave, while a turquoise ocean beats the shore at his hooves.

Only, he's much too overweight for any of that, and his coat's more of a beige and eggshell than a gold. He's also pretty sure the horse couldn't run to save his life after he ends up, spread eagle, in the middle of the floor.

"HOW 'BOUT I TAKE YOU OUTSIDE WHEN I'M DONE HERE AN' GIT YOU SOME SUPPER?"

Is he still nickering, or are Kate's ears just ringing? He can't tell. He also can't hear a damn thing.

"THEN Y'CAN GO FOR A RUN."