For a speed junkie like her she sure takes her time on the strangest of things, you ponder as she scrubs her teeth like a regular hypochondriac. In the background, your brain finishes deciphering her garbled speak in time to respond in rhythm, “Nope, I’m a pretty tough guy you know.” You peek over just in time to catch her amused look, “Especially when I’ve got my favorite mare to dote on me.” You finish with a playful mane-ruffle.