"Yeah, totally," he says with... arguably strained confidence. It sounds less than one hundo even to his own ears, and he grimaces gently. Concedes to an amendment of, "...Once."

A beat.

"On accident."

He was hunting something else, he was super unprepared for these goddamn things.

Grimly: "They ate my first horse. Whole damn thing. Hooves and all."

Cost him the entire damn contract's worth of coin and then some. Lesson learned, and after that the stable master was only willing to rent him exactly one bitch horse for like the next two months. Some kind of douchey horse probationary period, like he's going around using them for bait or something.