[Mod, who had been silently pleading with blackmailing whatever entity was watching over this affair to provide him with some means of escape, finds his prayers answered.]

[In a rather unique fashion.]

Oh. Wonderful.

[The words are muffled from the mask of pastry and fruit filling, but a quick shake of the head disperses it all over the well-meaning ponies now offering him condolences.]

Well it's been charming but I really should find somewhere to clean myself off good day.

[You have never seen a pony run that fast.]