Comely Material Morning shifts from hoof to hoof, or- well, foot to foot, wringing her hands as she approaches you in the paddocks. Her big, curly hair bounces with every nervous twitch.

She clears her throat once, twice, like she’s working up the courage. "Uh- h-hey! Congrats on... losing so spectacularly!" she blurts, her voice cracking at the end. A heavy pause follows, her face going crimson.

"I mean- WINNING! Winning!! You won!" she stammers, covering her mouth in horror. "That’s... that's really nice. I'm... proud? I think?" she mumbles, eyes darting everywhere but at you. After a moment, she shakily offers you an apple, almost dropping it in the process.

"...You deserve this," she says, barely above a whisper, before immediately apologizing under her breath for something she didn't even do.