While Apple Bloom ate downstairs, Scootaloo and Sweetie spoke amongst themselves.
"Hey, Scoots?"
"'sup?"
"Do you ever feel like Apple Bloom's...I dunno...Depressed...?"
"Probably. Who can blame her? Mom and dad are gone, she lives in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere, and her family can't afford therapy. I'd feel the same."
"Don't you live in the woods, though?"
"We're closer to town than she is. It's a lot easier for me to get around."
"I never thought about it like that..."
"Don't feel too down. She's the leader for a reason."
"Yeah. I guess that's true."
"Hey, I know a good way to fuck with her if you want a good laugh."
"I dunno. She might get mad."
"Better to be pissed off than an emotionally vacant husk, right?"
"Good point. Just promise me you won't take it too far."
"Promise. Now follow my lead."