Never in my life did I think that apple pie could taste this good. I scarfed down at least half the pie, a few mixed vegetables, and a few apples on the side. The orange mare didn't seem very happy about me being there, but she must have thought it was the least she could do for nearly killing me earlier. I nearly choked had it not been for Big Macintosh bucking me in the stomach.
"Thanks, man." I choked out.
"Eeeyup." The red stallion replied. I guzzled down a glass of water as though it were part of my last meal. The small, yellow earth pony came trotting inside with a cake on her back.
"Anypony up for some dessert?" The little filly asked.
"No thank you." I replied.
"I'll take some!" Applejack and Bic Macintosh grabbed some slices and ate them quickly. "Now back to business, what did you say your name was?" Applejack looked at me,
"Johnny, Johnny Sullivan." I answered, trying to be as polite as possible. The pony tilted her head and adjusted her hat.
"That's an odd name for a pony." She chuckled lightly.
"Well, see, I'm not a pony. I am a human, and I-"
"What's a human? Is it something ah can get a cutie mark with?" Applebloom stood up and placed her front hooves on me, looking up at me with her large eyes.
"Uh-" I stumbled, it was hard to find words with a pony actually attacking your thighs. Though I had to admit, she was kinda cute, almost like a puppy. "I'm not sure how much help I would be getting a cutie mark, I don't even have one myself." I said, but that didn't discern her, she pointed at my shoulder.
"Then what's that?" She saw the tattoo of a cross on my bicep and her eyes widened. "That's an awesome cutie mark! What is it?"
"Oh this? It's just a cross. It's a Christian symbol that-" she didn't even let me finish before she hopped around the room.
"Ah don't know what that is, but the cutie mark looks awesome! Ah'm gonna go tell Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle first chance ah get! Cutie Mark Crusader Christians!" She galloped out of the room in a hurry. I couldn't help busting out into laughter.
"She's always like this?" I asked, stifling my giggles. Applejack couldn't help but join in.
"Oh, you don't know the half of it, sugarcube. She'll find anything to try to get a cutie mark with. Ah keep tryin' to tell her that-:
"It'll come when it's time?" I finished her sentence, sounding somewhat annoyed by the look of her expression.
"Uh, well yeah. Hehe." She nudged me with her hoof. "You seem like a fine one, how's about you work off that free meal?" She tossed a hat over onto my head and nodded her head towards the door..
"Sure, why not?" I accepted and placed the hat on my head. I had always loved farm work since it was the only job I ever had for a long time. Maybe I was wrong about Applejack, maybe there was more to her than a stereotypical hillbilly vernacular and work ethic. She seemed somewhat smart, and an excellent cook.
As much as I disliked her, I at least owed her this.