You were at the Grand Gala, classical music playing under the voices of chatting ponies. You were bored and considering going home, until you spotted a blond pony selling apple treats behind the crowd, sat behind her stand and looking just as unenthusiastic as you. You wander over in boredom, approaching the pony.

Her face instantly lights up at the sight of you, her posture straightening as she greets you with a smile.

“Howdy, miss! What’dya like? Apple fritter? Apple pie? Apple cider?”