Meanwhile, Apple Cobbler wasn’t put off by Twilight’s gustatory ecstasy; while the unicorn was distracted she put the grasses away and brought out selection of grains. Most of them were imported from the Barnyard Bargains warehouse in Canterlot, as Filthy Rich’s smug profile on every barrel constantly reminded her. The few she was still allowed to source locally were in burlap sacks in the storeroom; she’d scooped a cup of each. Just looking at the difference between the stone-ground flax and the steel-cut oats made her blush, but Twilight didn’t notice—nor did her bipedal companion. He seemed interested in the barley; at a nod from her he took a small sample and tasted it. Most of the other food went ignored, although to Apple Cobbler’s profound embarrassment, he did sample the oats.