That was certainly a sentiment that Applejack could definitely agree with. "I know that's right. If only we could take it all with us before the door closes." She made a face, after catching her faux pas, fella's held the door for women folk. "Sorry. I dreamt of home last night, and I always get the door, unless Big Mac does. It took a lot of hand smackin' for me to give it up last time I did." She chuckled softly as she stepped in behind him.
She crossed over to the cupboard and snagged a nice healthy sized mug. "All we've got is the kind that's already in the bags. But I gotta steeper if you wanna pour it out of 'em." She had to stand on her toes to reach the tin that held the different bags of tea. "And as far as breakfast goes there are ten little ones under this roof and none of them eat the same exact thing, except Georgie and Mack, but Maryanne think's that's because they have a bond like the Sully sisters had." She flicked the electric kettle on. "So I'm absolutely used to it. And Timmy is the only one that's easy."