1 Bushel

[sailoryup]

[Hey, another horse on the nature deck! That's not too unusual this week except...is that a green apple on his butt?

The strong-looking stallion doesn't seem to notice Cambot or pay it any heed, just looking around the trees on the deck, craning his neck to look up at the leaves. Looking disappointed, he keeps moving, Cambot following.

He stops when he finds that open patch of field in the corner of the nature deck, soil looking ready to be tilled. The pony tilts his head, pawing at the dirt with one hoof, then nodding and looking satisfied.]

Eeeeyup.

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[sailormagic]

[She's been around him enough that she can generally interpret what he's "saying."]

Oh, my hat? Do you like it? I found it on the theatrical deck - it seems appropriate to wear it this week! Would you like me to come find you?

[sailoryup]

Eeeyup. [Yes please, he's a little lost. He's still looking puzzled at the hat though.]

[sailormagic]

All right! I'll be right there, then! [And she'll trot off to meet him.]

[sailoryup]

[Just gonna wait patiently, still peering curiously at Cambot trying to figure this machine out.]