“I'm a gardener,” you say.
“A gardener?” Pinkie asks. “Where do you work?”
“Well... the truth is, I'm kind of a freelance worker. I specialize in growing sculpted plants, so a lot ponies hire me for one or two items and have somepony else take care of the regular work, assuming they don't just do it themselves. It's pretty good work as I get to travel and meet a lot of new faces, but my jobs take long enough that I can get acquainted with the locals before I have to move on. My real home's in Ponyville, of course, but the friends I've made abroad are pretty good at lining up work and keeping me busy.”
“Sculpted plants? You mean like hedges that look like ponies?”
“If only it were always that easy.” You chuckle. “I've also braided trees together and created living bridges from roots and vines.”
“How do you manage that?”
“Vines are pretty easy, because once they get long enough, you can can move them wherever you want and they'll grow from there. To start the root foundation, though, you'll need a hollow tree trunk that spans the gap. Coax the roots to grow through it, and by the time they reach the other side and dig in, the tree trunk should start to rot. It can take a long time, but with patience and care you can have a perfectly serviceable bridge.”
Pinkie whistles. “I don't think I'd have the patience for something like that.”
“It can grow on you after a while.” You wink at her and nod your head towards the diner. “Come on, let's take our seats so we can order some food. All of this talk about plants is making me hungry.”