Dirk doesn't mind the lack of camera. He's fifteen, there's no such thing as a baby book for a fifteen year old. Bro can just take pictures of him the first time he actually gets drunk, because then Dirk won't actually be able to stop him.

"What?" Dirk says, as Bro interrupts himself, but his answer is presented quickly enough. He stares at the little figurine, hiding a grin. He can't help it, he unironically loves this pony a lot. He loves this pony to the point where coming home from school means several days of marathoning Friendship is Magic before he does anything else. Then he strokes the firure's mane, and watches in awe as it rears. "Holy shit, Bro. This is amazing."

He spends a few moments using his hands to create obstacles for Rainbow Dash to dodge around and over, admiring the way the figure moves and flies. But finally he glances up at Bro again. "So if Christmas was the only break, what else happened?"