She shrugged. It would take more than that to offend her, and in a way, he was probably right. It wasn't something that everyone learned, and there were no doubt some families who looked down on it.
"I don't know how common it is. It's not something that everyone is expected to know. But my father bought me my first horse as a birthday present when I was young-" no doubt because he had forgotten and a horse seemed like a grand gesture "-and it's been something I've always enjoyed. It's always been a way to escape, really, to get my mind off things."
Honesty did seem to be something they both managed with relative ease. She couldn't exactly say why; she had never been an especially open person, but she had already told him more than this. It would be silly to try and go back now and pretend that their earlier conversations and this odd trend of honesty they picked up had never happened.
"I'm sure they're lovely though I don't think I've ever ridden in Wales. And sometimes your favorite horses can't be described as 'the best' or don't fit into the perfect example of a breed." She supposed the same could be said about people. After all, you could make allies or even friends with of the people you least expect sometimes.
"I can't say I've ever hiked though. Or had any interest in trying, really."