I had no idea how damn useful fingers were until I got a set, let me just say. Hooves are easier to work than most humans think, but nothin' quite like actually bein' able to write halfway competently.

[Despite herself, that reassurance brings a smile to her face.]

Cider's the town specialty, what with the apple farms right on the outskirts. Most other stuff's gotta be imported, or is mixed drinks.

Afraid I can't exactly drink on the job, but if y'tell Minty inside that you're here on my blessin' she'll know it's safe t'bring down the top-shelf stuff. Y'know, the "I just ended up in a pastel pony world and nothin' makes sense" special.