“He’s taken. Back off.” She warns you while standing up from the table. She’s sporting multiple red, green, and blue glowsticks on both arms and is a solid quarter meter taller than you. “Sorry, I didn’t see you there! Um, I hope you enjoy your meal?” You frantically apologize as you let him go. “I’m not planning on eating him, but thanks.” The mare replies as you walk away confused and embarrassed. They both start laughing as you make your way back towards the bar, they both seem to realize how unpredatorish – if that’s even a word – you’re looking right now in front of the hungry eyes watching you. You really need to eat someone or do something fast if you don’t want to risk becoming a meal. The opportunity to do so arises when...