"But you must get curious too, right?" she says, getting a little closer to you. "I mean, you've lived with Twilight all this time. Haven't you ever…you know…" Oh man, it must be a warm night or something, because you're sweating up a storm all of a sudden. You decide to simply ignore this line of questioning and get down to business, taking the hunk of flesh from Scootaloo and bagging it in one swift motion, trying not to focus on how impossibly soft it felt, or the slight wetness that now lingered on your claws.