"You know, uh... and I'm sorry if this is forward, but I'm just trying to roll with the mood here, but -- I wouldn't mind if you made me smell like you. Dunno how that works, but uh, if that's a, good thing to do. For us. For Ponies. Even though I'm not one. I'd be down for it." I say back, though I start finding trouble finishing the sentence when a brilliant, beet-red blush strikes across Derpy's cheeks, nearly turning her whole face a flush red. Shit, may have swung way too wide --