[The slip worries him too, and that's where he can't hide it.]

Do you- do you mean a statue of a pony made of diamond?

[That would be the reasonable assumption but she's clearly out of it so he can't tell and is very much concerned. Naturally, in any other discussion of said not-actually-a-stallion, he would be perfectly willing to believe some other planet had pony-like creatures with glittery rock-hard skin.]