Yes, she did — even as an insecure teenager, confident that she was too boring and brown to ever catch a colt’s eye. Not that she was even seen in her natural, dull color half the time, what with all the bruises from scuffling. Honour touched a forehoof to the bump on her brow and realized that tonight was a callback to that era in more ways than one. The ‘Stallion’ wasn’t where she’d met her husband, though; in truth, she’d never heard of anypony who hooked up at that dump. Maybe it was because everypony was just there to get absolutely hammered on the cheapest swill possible.