“I was thinking a hike.” She practically yells with her mouth full, barely recovered enough to speak, “I mean we were. Like...around.” A hoof twirls melodramatically. Clearly, she wasn’t comfortable managing her heat anywhere near her parents. Her eyes settle on you, then tear away as if you were an uncomfortably lewd scene on family movie night, “Lotsa woods and stuff.” The rainbow spouting from her rear shudders.