Quote Originally Posted by Orzel View Post
"In old country, stallion get wife at one dozen year. Young fillies all married." answer Mr. Legs.

Mrs Legs commented a she poured tea. "No rice at wedding. We throw dirt. Good dirt. Reuse for every wedding that year. Then eat."
"I hope you don't mean you eat the dirt," Night Jewel joked. "So how is who you marry chosen? Do you pick for yourself, or does somepony else pick for you?"

Quote Originally Posted by Orzel
"Show nice unmarried filly pile of bathtub, Husband."

The elderly pony slowly cantered up to a tarp covered pile and undressed it. Before there very eyes, Gear and Jewel would see tub of all sizes. Some cracked. Some porcelain, others steel or iron. "Got tub."
Quote Originally Posted by Benson View Post
"Bathtubs?....Ah....neat." Gearstride held in a giggle and looked at the contents in amusement.

"That's a nice collection of bathtubs."
"They're pretty nice, although I don't really know how much use I would have for a new bathtub. I've been keeping myself clean."