Originally Posted by TheAmishPirate
Well, your funeral then. No, wait, that's not it. Sandy's funeral then.
Sandy felt the awkwardness more than anything, he just couldn't get anything started with this mare. "So, what sorta dances do y'like? Somethin' a bit more traditional?"
Silverpine was busy in the meantime, a dancee book on one hoof and his mouth scribbling furiously on another card. He quickly held it up for Sandy.