Clover reached his muzzle into the bag strapped on his shoulder and threw out several bits, in the process, striking a very swift glance at Mrs. Cake walking away. As quick as it was, he could see the full bevy of her plot, something he had long ago taken notice of quite a while ago. Fearing he would get caught, he never kept himself affixed. She was married after all, as well as a genuinely nice pony, offending her would be the last thing he wanted to do. Nevertheless a quick look was enough to keep her active in his mind. If any mare in Ponyville could make him shoot at a mere thought, it was her.