‘What about Copper Cure?’
Smith pulled a face, and Apple Rose giggled beside her.
‘Alright, fair enough,’ she conceded, ‘he is a bit...tall.’
‘Lanky,’ nodded Smith. ‘Like one of those whaddayercallits.’
‘Giraffes!’ Apple Rose exclaimed. ‘Like—like—’
‘Mooooooooo-oooo!’ said Smith, ‘Like—’ she strained her neck as far as it would go, ‘Moooooooooooooo-oooooo!’
They fell about laughing till Ma’s hoofsteps sounded outside, shutting them up quick.
‘Come on, your turn,’ said Apple Rose. Smith frowned and ran through in her head every colt she knew. She didn’t really know why they were talking about this, but it was actually kind of fun.
augh, there's something so beautiful in this chapter. it's just a fun game to Smith that she doesn't understand or see as what i see in it as a jaded adult that has spent all of my passion this past year and a half crafting a version of Equestria in my head without comphet present or historic. and agh, idk! this just feels like a piece perfectly sliced out of Smith's fillyhood, just the completely non-self-conscious fun she is having with Apple Rose feels so infectious