[While she scolds the horse, she'll hear a familiar voice from behind:]

In fairness to Dorte, he looks like he's practically shrinking and withering away! If you want him to grow up nice and strong, shouldn't you feed him well?

[Claude sidles up to Marianne and the pint-sized Dorte as if this is the most normal thing in the world, crouching down to join them and to get a better look at the mini-horse. And because, you know, saying hello like a normal person is overrated.]