Yea, right up here, past these trees.

Yes, it's a tree house. I already told you that.

I live here.

No, you don't have to worry about any foals walking in on us — there hasn't been anyone here for like, five years now.

Show me what you got. It's 75 bits, alright?

It's nearly Hearth's Warming, and I need some firewood and a new sweater to make it through.

Don't complain about it being cold in here either, you chose not to get an inn room.

Just lay down on the straw bed.

But, there is one rule, ok?

You have to say my wings are pretty.

You have to, no joke.

Please.

Don't forget.