More Wanda
This wasn't at all what Tony had in mind. Tennis, maybe, would have been nice. He didn't know if Wanda even played. Or taking the boat out and exploring the lake and finding somewhere kind of romantic to float, away from the noise of the party. Not a horse shoving its nose into his hand and lipping at his palm. That wasn't particularly sexy. He stroked his other hand over the animal's cheek, though, at least appreciating that it didn't hate him despite all of the neglect and not even knowing its name, most girls weren't so forgiving, then turned to accept the bridle from the groom waiting patiently for Tony and the horse to acclimatize.
"I haven't done this for a while," he admitted to Wanda, his focus still on his animal as he lifted the reins up over its head. That was all he was admitting. He held his hands out then, grossed out by them and the horse mouth that had been on it, and wiped them down on its thick neck. At least horses didn't really have a smell. They were warm and kind of earthy, but the acidic odour of the barn wasn't going to follow them for this whole venture. To the groom's annoyance, Tony tucked his fingers experimentally under the saddle's girth, then patted the horse again when he caught the groom's eye and only tightened the girth when the guy snorted and walked away.