After a pause and a breath her voice comes back quieter, “I’ve thought about all of that and it doesn’t matter…foals are neat, but if I want one someday there’ll be options for us…clouds are nice, but, this is nicer…” She says patting the mattress, “…and who cares if you can’t fly? I always thought you could maybe...ride on my back or something.” She trails off and flashes red as she reveals one of her fantasies.