That makes two of you, horse. Lambert gives Strange one last look of intense misgiving -- is this really, seriously going to work? -- and scrunches his nose up before he leans forward to plant a kiss on the bicorn's snout, to the left of where Strange kissed it. He doesn't even kiss Pig, Strange, this feels like it's cheating somehow. Committing horse infidelity is not what he expected to be doing today.

Task done, he steps back and frowns. Nothing seems to have changed: still a lot of magic in the air, still a dazed horse in front of them. With a frown, he turns to Strange.

"Well, that didn't w--"

The spell shatters.