Leon chuckled at his halfway decent try at his name. Oh well. "I hope you win the pot, then!" Well, if he was betting on girls loving Leon. That's what Leon was hoping for too.
"Great. Come on then. We can leave this to the girls who love me." Someone else would come by and sweep out the stall and wash it and replace the hay. The 'old' hay would be used for the other horses, as it wasn't really dirty or bad.
"So you got here just today?" Leon asked, leading Rowen out of the stables and through the yard.