"Oh my, sounds like we have a little chef in the making," Gwynfillion let out a short laugh as she got onto the wagon.
(Hauh, mebbe the pair might chance running into a certain dragon ;D)..heh
Spark frowned. "I...thought I was to pay for the food...I mean...I'm the colt...trying to do the gentlecolt thing...." He was conflicted, a gentlecolt paid for the meal..but...he also had to respect what the filly would like to do. CONFLICTION. Woes.