Dash was standing next to the bar with Fleetfoot and Fluttershy…Applejack was on her way to join in. She’s got her back to you but you don’t need to see her expression to know her company isn’t letting her catch a break. Her tail sways nervously and her wings are held tensely to her torso. Ears twitch and dart to whomever happens to be talking to her. You never would’ve noticed these intimations a few months ago, but your friendship had forced some learning. Living with her had forced some more.