That makes it click. He eyes Discord, one brow raised to the stratosphere, before speaking slowly. In the manner of one discussing his problems to a stuffed animal.

"I have seen the Gala crash and burn in fire and in ice. Once, in groundhogs. That was a strange one. And I saw Canterlot burn in Balefire. But I've yet to see a Gala destroyed by black magic."

He sits. "You've got my attention. Where - WHEN am I?"