"What will you do, when you've met up with Twilight?" Wick asked, while counting some bits on her table.
"I don't know," the stallion replied. "Whatever I need to. And after that, maybe I'll go home. I'd like that. What about you? What will you do when I'm gone?"
Wick, for a bit, didn't answer. "Back to my old plans, I suppose." Her eyes were distant, not really looking at anything.
"I haven't met many others," the stallion said. "Only two, actually. And you're the friendliest one. Be careful out there."
"Do you think..." The mare shook herself, but then cleared her throat and tried again. "Do you think, when you're done with everything, you could come back here at some point?"
"Return later?" the stallion pondered it for a moment. "Well. If you're still around, and I'm still around. I guess we could. You cook well, I wouldn't mind."
"I think I would like that," said Wick. "I think I would."