"He does." The Dormouse didn't know Little Byron as well as he did Pixie, but he knew him a little bit and liked the other pig as well. He tended to like other animals in general. So long as they weren't cats, or anything else that ate mice and dormice.
He took the other scone and nibbled at it. "I agree. Scones are important for hopping." He made that up arbitrarily. Another little dormouse-like nibble and he set the bitten scone down on the plate, which he set on the bench.
"We shall." He wiped his fingers on his trousers and then turned to look at Pixie properly. "Alright. Show me what you can do right now."