Originally Posted by
Grif
(Since I'm bored.)
The group might find Lemongrass standing nearby. Or rather, doing his best to pick up a poor mare's groceries, who seemed to have fallen off and scattered all over the street.
"Here you go, ma'am," he said, pushing the last of the oranges into her paperbag.
The indigo earth pony mare sniffed haughtily. "Thank you, son. Young'uns these days just don't have manners anymore. No offense."
"None taken."