The two of them walked side-by-side, with Gray Calx carrying the whole weight of the heavy box. More and more he questioned why he accepted and kept accepting to be abrasively bossed around by this rude pony to whom he owed absolutely nothing. Free booze was free booze, sure, but perhaps it also had something to do with his desire to please other ponies, or to make good first impressions? Regardless, he was in it now, so backing out and throwing a ‘you know what, go suck an egg’ her way didn’t seem all too swagger of a move. He’d be done with her soon enough.