-Childish-
It was the way she acted as she presented her bouquet, a nervousness in the grin that only an adult recognised. Her mane had gotten long as a teenager, and the scrapes she always had on her knees were long gone.
“Uh, sorry, Scootaloo. I'm not interested,” Dash said, pushing the flowers away.
Scootaloo's grin faded, and, just for a moment, the sadness showed on her face. But it was only a moment, and she recovered swiftly, feigning casual acceptance.
She was just a kid, Dash told herself. The way she acted mature just exposed how childish she really was.