I ate my apple pie breakfast in silence.
It weren’t the good kinda silence, mind. Not like looking out the window at the sun comin’ up over the Acres. This here was the other kind. The long kind.
“Excuse me, Applejack, but would you happen to have any tea?” Rarity asked. Some ponies ain’t got no respect for the quiet. I pointed and at least she had the good sense to make it her own darned self.
I kept eating while she sipped her tea. She weren’t too keen on lookin’ my way.
“So,” I said, “You and Macintosh…”
Comments by Kyronea:
Hrm…the implications here are that Rarity slept with Big Mac, and Applejack is not happy about this. I wonder why that is. What has her so upset about it? Maybe she feels Rarity needed to ask permission? It’s hard to say, and this story just makes me want to learn more about the situation.