John snorts. Everybody likes the view from the other side of the fence. What he wouldn't give to be in Skyfire's shoes... or claws. Or whatever else he might have. "I'll trade you next time they're handing out magically transformed bodies, shall I?"

When their server carries out a pitcher and regular pint glass, John is a little mystified. He goes to prod at it... and manages to pick it up. With a hoof. Sure. That makes absolutely no sense. Of course it would happen. Trying to ignore this latest turn for the bizarre, John fills the pitcher, then his glass before raising his drink to Skyfire. "To found friends."

He takes a long pull off what turns out to be a surprisingly good beer. "All right, so if I'm just going to... be here. What do I need to know? What's currency? Who're we fighting or what are we looking for?" And where is he meant to live? He sees houses with ponies coming in and out, so presumably there somehow human like that, as well.