Aaaah... fiction is stranger than truth, then.

[Heinz doesn't seem fully satisfied, but he does sit back and relax.]

I would certainly hope you would tell us if you were to become dangerous. Are you likely to receive something in the mail that would be bad news?

[As for weird? He shrugs.]

There is a talking orange pony working at the bakery, now. I hired her. She makes excellent apple crisp. I am still not completely sure how. You are sort of average-weird, in comparison.