"So you couldn't make it grow you a beard?" He'll wander over to the frisbee and poke it with a stick, in a manner that indicates that he feels that it might explode on him. ...He's prodding it very enthiusiastically, though. "Or turn a pony pink, knowing you." Ponies is one of the things about Feliks that he remembers very vividly. If he had to associate him with one thing only, it would probably be that.