"NO! My farmland, my rules!" Carrot Top sharply turned her head away from Applejack and crossed her arms.
"Awww, come on, honey," Applejack wheedled. "Ah jus' need a teeny, tiny bit more land. Ah got a few seedlin's that need plantin' real quick, an' yore farm has th' only available fertile land in town! Ah don' have any more space in mah orchards. Y'all can take a few apples from th' trees when they're full-grown if ya want payment. 'Sides, we're datin' now. What's yores is mine, what's mine is yores, ya know?"
Carrot Top sniffed. "Applejack, you may be my marefriend, and I may love you dearly, but I am not letting you grow apples on a carrot farm. What would you do if I tried to plant a foreign crop - say, pears - on your farm?"
Applejack shuddered at the very thought. "Awww, shoot. Yore right. Guess Ah'll jus' have to sell those seedlin's..." Her voice trailed away. "Say. Ah think Ah know how we can settle this."
"How's that?" Intrigued despite herself, Carrot Top spun around to face her marefriend. "And don't think you can try to bribe me into giving you the land by kissing me. It won't work."
"Worked th' last ten times Ah tried it," the sturdy farmpony grinned. "But no, Ah was thinking of a food fight. We can use all th' apples an' carrots that ain't fit fer sellin'. Winner gets th' land."
"Hmmm." Carrot Top mulled it over, her forehead creased in a thoughtful frown.
"So? Food fight?" AJ prompted.
The decision was made. "Food fight," Carrot Top agreed with a sly grin.
***
An hour later, Carrot Top and Applejack lay under one of the Apple trees in Applejack's orchard, panting, covered in apple and carrot mush.
Applejack knew she had won, but she decided to be gracious. "Sugarcube? Y'all can keep yore land... if'n ya let me come over an' get some nice carrots from time t' time. Then Ah can bake 'em into a nice carrot cake an' have ya over for dessert. We have a deal?" She leaned closer to Carrot Top and gave her a friendly nuzzle.
Carrot Top nuzzled back, smiling softly. "It's a deal."