That's one of those girls who says she's a horse. It's real simple. Girls aren't horses.

[Carter gets a beer out of the fridge. It takes a few tries to pop the tab.]

I'm gonna look away for a while, and when I turn back, you're not gonna be there anymore.

[The little Growlithe hopes that's not true. He yawns and gently headbutts the pony's leg, inviting her to play.]