She quickly ran through various possibilities in her head.  While she hadn’t been watching while he ate, his breakfast seemed to have been to his satisfaction, and this wasn’t a curiosity look.  They weren’t naming anything, so that wasn’t likely to be the cause of his reddening face.  It was hard to imagine that he wanted to touch her cutie mark again; and if he did, he knew how to ask.  Therefore, it must have to do with needing to use the restroom—and he had just eaten breakfast.  Maybe it wasn’t polite to ask in his culture—it would be a strange thing, but then there were so many different cultures across Equestria, each of them with their own different rules and taboos.  Why, she’d even heard that the Saddle Arabians liked to wear bridles, a thought that struck her as abhorrent—it was only one step removed from bondage.  Admittedly, there were some ponies who liked the idea, but what they did in the privacy of their own homes was none of her business.  