*Chuckling is heard from a black mist in the corner* That's interesting how you think. (Steps out and the mist follows.)
Reality is based on perception. Are you even sure this is reality? For all we know, its a dream inside of a dream.
"This sounds more like a topic for Shady," Cricket said. "She's all into that existential stuff." She wiped cake crumbs off of Hope's face, and shrugged. "Me, I just figure that everything we can see, hear, or touch is real..." She transformed herself, taking Maya's form. "...But it's not always what we think it is."
Looking up from his meal, Jay saw all the magic going on with a firm stare. Shrugging it, he continued to finish his meal, scratching some of his scars at the same time.
Pointing to Cricket with his hoove, he waved a no. He pointed to his scars and gestured that they often itch. Then adressing to Dusty he nodded, finishing his meal and shoving the plate away in satisfaction, giving both Cricket and Dusty a kind smile.