Applejack actually scrunched her nose a little, she wasn't sure how she felt having the same name as a tavern. She knew about the drink, and the cereal. But those weren't too bad. "Well, so long as it was fun." She shrugged.
"Aren't you all gentlemanly." How could she refuse? She pulled out a seat and parked her backside into it. "Um, I figure that beer I just brought in is a might warm, so uh, I think Mitchell has some Apple juice back there." Her fingers slipped beneath her hat to scratch just a little, as she tried to remember what he kept in stock and cold.