"Heh. Pretty and well-mannered," the green mare whispered to herself. Zecora cheeks went very slightly pink, her sharp hearing having picked up her comment.  Speaking aloud, Granny Smith introduced herself to Zecora and welcomed her to her family's home. Small talk was made as they ate, a great deal of it being questions from Zecora, who found the farm and the methods used to run it fascinating. Though she had a small garden of her own, tending such a massive field as Sweet Apple Acres must involve a thousand times more work and skill.