After a couple seconds did the two of them break the hug and Apple Bloom leaned against the fence again. Her little back was against it and her forehooves acted for a pillow behind her head. She lowered herself in such a manner that her behind sat on the ground and she could cross her legs. Not a very lady like pose, but the Apples weren't from that kind of wood. "But Sweetie, don't ya think it is strange?" she asked all of the sudden.