"Since she evolved? You'd be the first," Lambert answers, not particularly reassuringly. His good mood's likely from the fact that unlike Childermass, he did indulge, though even two mugs of spirit's only just enough to render him pleasantly buzzed.

"She's never tried to throw me, and she knows you. I can catch you if she bucks," he adds, though his tone of voice suggests that's not something he's worried about at all. Indeed, while Childermass swings himself on top of her back (the fence, for a wonder, doesn't wobble under his weight), Pig's stoic as a wall, the flick of an ear the only indication she gives that she's noticing anything going on back there. From on top of the horse, Baker seems smaller than ever, a blur of orange and yellow fur darting around on the ground. It's a wonder she never steps on him.

Once the magician's found his seat, Lambert doesn't swing himself up behind Childermass just yet -- he'll step forward to check on how Pig's doing, pat her on the neck and murmur something low in her ear, before glancing up.

"Can you hold her steady for me?" he asks, offering him the reins. That probably answers the question of whether he was planning to ride behind him or not, at least.