Passing through the crowd of ponies streaming into the Appleloosa buckball stadium, you make your way to your seat. It's a prime spot—close to the field, yet shielded by the balconies above, providing you with a cool blanket of shadows from the scorching sun. As you settle in, a pink-colored mare carrying a drink within her aquamarine aura of telekinesis clears her throat to get your attention.

"Sorry to bother you, but could you slide over two seats, please...? It'd be nice to save some seats for my daughter and coltfriend for when they get back from the giftshop..."

She asks softly, hoping that you'd agree to her request. On one hoof, you could show kindness and accept, though this would mean giving up your spot in the shade. On the other, you could remain where you are, but stand in the way of a family trying to stay together.

"Again, I really don't mean to bother, but this would help a lot... could you please...? I promise I'll make it up to you. Popcorn, a slushy? You name it."