"You guys ready to go?" Scootaloo animatedly popped out from behind the other side of the bush. "I already got all the berries from back here.

Kevin blinked. "All of them? But how? I've been getting a few at a time with my horn this whole time, and we still have a bunch left to go."

"Yeah, there's no way," Flight said, stepping forward. "It's simply impossible that you—" The filly quieted once she rounded the corner. "What." There was not a single berry remaining on the branches, though a loose layer of leaves covered the grass immediately below.

Scootaloo winked at Flight and then turned to watch Kevin's astonished reaction as he followed them. "How... how did you... what?"

Scootaloo grinned. "Here, lemme show you dorks on your side." The filly trotted between them, leading them around until she stood directly in front of the bush, staring down the berries that were still attached to their stems. With bated breath, Flight and Kevin waited, watching.

To their surprise, Scootaloo leaned over and let her saddlebag slide off of her, plopping down on the grass. She scooted it forward until it sat directly beneath the bush and then swung open the lid on one of the bags, revealing dozens of salmonberries inside. Then, she took hold of the bush in both her front hooves and she shook it. Scootaloo could hear the gasps of both Kevin and Flight behind her as the berries started to fall, but she didn't stop. She merely kept shaking, and watched as the orange berries separated from the stems, falling neatly into place amongst the others in her bag. A few tumbled off to the sides onto the ground, but those ones didn't really matter, anyway; they were so few in comparison to nearly the whole bush's worth that had landed in Scootaloo's bag, filling it nearly to the brim.

Finally, Scootaloo stopped and looked down at the bag. With a hoof, she brushed the top layer of leaves off of the berries and then closed the bag, picking it back up before turning to her companions.

"And that's how it's done, kids."

Kevin blinked. "Huh... why didn't we think of that?"

"Probably because it makes too much sense," Flight grumbled.

"Aw, don't give yourself a hard time," Scootaloo said. "I just thought of it 'cause it's what my friend's sister Applejack used to do all the time, bucking apple trees and catching the apples when they fell. I just figured it would work on other fruit too."

"Huh, cool," Kevin said. "I'm gonna go look for more bushes!" He ran off quickly to the right.

"Heh... guess we should join him," Scootaloo said, watching the colt gallop away.

"Definitely," Flight agreed, looking to the orange filly. "But first... are you alright, Scootaloo? I know we don't know each other very well, but... I want you to be okay." She put a hoof on the filly's shoulder. "And, if there's anything I can do to help, please let me know. We don't want to pry or anything, or bring back old scars."

Scootaloo gulped and nodded. "Thanks a lot, Flight. I'm super, super grateful for you guys being nice and all." She looked down. "And hopefully I can talk to you about it at some point... when I feel like I can."

Flight nodded and pulled Scootaloo in for an awkward side-hug. "Now let's go see what Kevin's up to... hopefully we can catch up with him before he accidentally pokes his eye out with a branch."

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow. "He'd do that?"

As if on cue, Scootaloo and Flight could hear Kevin frantically yell somewhere ahead: "Guys, come quick! Hurry!"

Scootaloo looked to Flight who looked back at Scootaloo and then both fillies took off, galloping in the direction of Kevin's cries.