“Look, yes, okay, I like him,” she reluctantly admitted. “Gray dude may be an oaf, but he’s my oaf. And he ain’t half bad of a pony either. Responsible and always putting the needs of others above his own. He works hard, he’s a good role model for his friends, and he’s way smarter than he lets on. He’s like, uh, the intelligent link that keeps us afloat, if ya know what I mean,” she went on, before coughing dismissively. “B-but don’t tell him I said any of that! I have a reputation to uphold. Can’t have the whole town start thinking I’m all mushy and sensitive, bleh!”