The centaur's ears perk right up, new worry forming on his face.

"Who's...to say...this isn't one?"

He looked up and turned in a tight circle, his hip bumping the counter and jostling a few pots that were stacked there. The whole tree could devour them or some terrible wizard could show up or what if they ALL TURNED ON ONE ANOTHER AND PUT A PIG HEAD ON A STICK AND THEN--

Maurice swayed on his hooves and shook himself.

"I think I'm going to go see if anyone needs something...plowed..."