It didn't take a genius to figure out that that perfume wasn't my own, nor did it take any real effort to locate the source of both of my issues: there was a pony asleep on my arm.
I assume she was asleep, anyway. She was breathing slowly and shallowly, which was quite easy to ascertain, as my right arm was draped across her.
After a day of work in Rose's flowerbeds, Sam winds up spending the night.
Sam's still trying to fit in, and Rose is still trying to help her, but the human and the pony don't always understand each other's culture.
Shortly after their trip to the spa, Sam decides to invite Rose over for dinner.