"You won't need to worry about anything weird with me, partner!" says Applejack. "Uh, no offense, Fluttershy." She adds. Her plate looks simple enough. It's just big hunks of meat, basically. A fairly large, brown slice of her sits in the middle of the plate, flanked by two portions of what looked like her ribs. It was coated with a barbeque sauce, and smelled pretty appetizing to your inexperienced nose. At her encouragement, you pick up a rack of her ribs with your claws and take some bites.