It didn’t take a genius to know that Amanita was hiding something. That question had been awfully specific. But as Catskill stopped by the cabinet to dig out a loaf of leavened wheat bread (she needed something fluffy that wasn’t snow), she found she didn’t really care. Everypony deserved to have a few secrets. They’d part ways in a day or so, anyway. It’d be stupid to think Amanita would just open up that much after knowing somepony for only a few hours.