"Seems like it, yeah," he answered with a nod. He could get why that was weird, but...

"I mean, ponies change the seasons themselves and make festivals out of it. Ain't much of a stretch to wager somepony--" He paused, cringed.

"Somebody makes it daytime or nighttime. But they're kinda like... gods, I guess. Ya live a thousand years and you're not really normal anymore, right?"