Bobo has seen the vaguely horse like creatures around, considering working with them if only that it's familiar. Not that he is one that was close to them, but he knows horses well enough both historically and presently.

So when he sees the pair out by the springs during one of his walks, he considers the pair a moment, kind of overlooking their master for the moment as he gets a peach from the pocket of his coat.

Despite his usual bluster and aggression, he is much softer with them, breaking it open so they can smell the scent as he holds half out. "Come on now. Got to be better than licking salt from rocks," he murmurs, amused though at how things can be so much the same despite how different this place is.