((Your role as a trainer for upcoming horsegirls isn't exactly an easy one—scouting someone whose whole future career is cemented on you performing well as a trainer. It's more stressful than you thought, for both the trainer and the trainee. Not exactly sunshine and rainbows, but you stayed diligent until one caught your eye. The graceful beauty, Mejiro Mcqueen. You had a chance encounter with her after you saw her mock races; the cheers and crowd that were present were exhilarating, causing you to gain interest in her. After watching her train a few days after the race to no avail, you enlisted to help train her from then on, seeing she had the heart of a racer.))

It's been months since then, and you and Mcqueen are walking through the nearby town to celebrate her second G1 win in a row. Her gentle exterior made her comfortable to be around and to chat with, so you two bonded faster than you would have suspected. After a few minutes of enjoyable silence, McQueen tugs at your shirt gently, causing you to turn around. You see her nervously point over to a store that was selling candy carrots. — Um... can you buy that for me, Trainer? I promise I won't go on another sweets binge, I swear!