"Hey Flight," Scootaloo said. "Hey Kevin."

Kaylee stayed silent, lips pursed; surprisingly, it was Flight that grunted, wearing a frown as she turned toward Scootaloo. "What do you want?" she murmured, though there was venom in her words.

"Er..." Scootaloo scratched the back of her head with a hoof. "I was just wondering... if everything is okay?"

"Just peachy," Flight grumbled, shooting an obvious sidelong glare at the green filly trotting next to her. "I've never been better in my life."

Scootaloo looked from Flight to Kaylee and then back again. "Um... no. This is stupid. You're being stupid."

"Scootaloo..." Mochi murmured. "We dun know what happened... that might not be the best—"

"Nah, the filly's right," Cotton Fluff interrupted. "It's foolish to be arguing amongst ourselves, especially if we don't want to get caught."

"Hm." Mochi frowned as she looked back at the brown mare who was still casually propped against one of the trees. "Still, if somethin' happened, there's no reason we can't take their feelings into account."

"We're right here, you know," Flight interjected, glaring. "Nothing happened. It's fine."

Scootaloo raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. Mochi sighed. "Well, that's good to hear. Still, if either of ya need somepony to chat with or help settle anything... I'm here to help."

"Actually, I was wondering..." Kaylee started in a small voice, though she hesitated once she realised all eyes—even Flight's, for the first time in a long while—were on here. "Um... I was wondering if I could talk to Mochi. Alone."

Scootaloo looked to Mochi, expecting the mare to look at least a bit surprised. On the contrary, the pink mare nodded and started following Kaylee as she trotted several metres away and disappeared around a corner, behind a tree.

"Huh," Scootaloo huh'd, still gazing at where the two ponies had walked off to. "Wonder what that's all about. Especially when"—Scootaloo turned to Flight and leaned in uncomfortably close—"nothing happened."

Flight reached for Scootaloo's head with a hoof, batting it out of the way. "I don't know what his problem is. Honestly, we should have left him at home; he's just a jerk."

Scootaloo blinked. "Buh-huh? I thought you liked that dude, a lot—like, best friends liked. Or like liked." Scootaloo winked.

"Ugh," Flight groaned, rubbing her face with a hoof. She stumbled backward slightly, but soon was able to get settled down by a rock. "Was it really that obvious?"

"To anypony with eyes," Later answered sardonically. Both Scootaloo and Flight nearly jumped; they both looked up to see the unicorn hadn't even looked up, still gesturing at the papers on the stump.

"So," Scootaloo said, turning back to the filly in front of her, "if you like him—or liked him, if you insist—then what happened?." Flight opened her mouth to protest, but Scootaloo added, "Obviously it wasn't nothing, or else that wouldn't have changed. I don't think you're going to suddenly find him unattractive just like that." She paused. "Then again, I don't really know how that crap works."

Flight sighed. "No... you're right. I do still... like him. But... well, he's a stupid idiot."

"Boys'll do that," Cotton Fluff added sympathetically, nodding. "Someday I should tell you about my ex-husband... ugh."

Scootaloo rolled her eyes. "Please, please... let's stay on topic. Flight... what happened? Like, just now?"

Flight frowned, biting her lip. "Well..."