"Yyyyyup." You say. She laughs again, but you can tell she's not feeling great about this. She opens her mouth a few times, as if trying to explain herself, but all that she manages are a few half-formed, abandoned words before giving up and falling silent. You feel bad for her. It's a bad thing to do, but hey, it's not like you can throw any stones from your spot inside your own glass house. You seriously consider telling her about your own little mishaps, before deciding against it. No point stoking that fire. And at the end of the day, your fear of Twilight ever finding out what you got up to with her own parts outweighs your desire to tell Scootaloo that you know how she feels. Still, you try to assuage her fears a little.