Even Apple Cobbler seemed insulted. “I got that wheatgrass this morning. The only way it could be fresher is if it were still growing.” She grabbed the bowl of clover and shoved it towards him. “And this clover—it’s one of the sweetest batches I’ve gotten from Lucky.” When Dale refused it again, she pushed it towards Twilight. “Go ahead, have a mouthful. Tell me what you think.”