She chews her strawberry, looking at you like a parent about to send their filly off for their first day at school. The blush that had sat on your cheeks during all of your previous conversations had oddly subsided. Now that everything was out on the table and you apparently had her blessing, and hopefully Bow’s too, you felt light in your seat. It was as if you’d been caught with your hand in the cookie jar, and rather than get scolded you were handed the whole cookie jar. 