As the corporal rolled her eyes, Lily found herself leaning dangerously far over, and had to stamp a hoof down on the table just to keep her balance. "... I'm just sayin', if a colt I liked, I mean really liked, popped the big question on a Saturday night, I sure wouldn't be walking back to barracks all depressed looking at nine-bucking-thirty." With a chuckle, she struggled a bit to sit back up straight again. "I'd be spending the night trying to suck his brains out through his loins, and getting bucked so hard my grandma'd feel it. I'm talking put-quintuplet-foals-in-me levels of deep."