He looks up at the Mountain, and gives him a solemn nod. "I'm sorry. Next time, I'll go on a Proper Quest and get real 'ponents and it will work better. It's not your fault, Mountain." And indeed, the pooka doesn't look dismayed. Rather, his tail wags. "I bet it was the Scotch, wasn't it. If I had a full bottle, then you could have worked all SORTS of magic."