"You did?!" she says, clear as a whistle, before you indicate for her to be quiet. "Uh, I mean…you did, huh?" she continues, now also whispering. You nod your head slowly, looking into her eyes with what you hope was a certain amount of authority. She fidgets with the bag around her neck, embarrassed. Scootaloo nods her head towards a nearby alleyway. The street's deserted but you follow her down there anyway. When you're tucked away from view, she quietly fishes her prize out of the bag and shows it to you wordlessly, holding her hooves up at you.