“The human world?” Quillhelm repeated, curiosity threading through his voice as he sank into thought.
(Pffft)
Quillhelm sucked in a sharp gasp, squeezed his eyes shut, and braced for banishment… then cracked one eye open when absolutely nothing happened.
With a slow lift of his eyebrows, the brown earth pony said, “Beats being a square.”
*Drumbeats* as he glances at Wind, Pencil- who he noticed was hiding behind the bushes, and Viola.