Robert looked at Spencer when he asked the first question, and then frowned when he asked the second, because the two seemed very unrelated to him. He grew up in Los Angeles, not a farm, and liked it that way.
"I can ride," he said, "when it's not snowing like this, and there's a bottle of champagne involved, but I can ride."
Savannah snorted, knowing that Robert's riding was very different than what Eliot meant. "I know how to ride too, but I don't know if-" She waved a hand in front of her. "Still, I can ride."