"Well if you ain't in the mood to talk about it, you should at least sit down." Applejack hadn't liked the shade he'd turned. She stepped over to a pile of crates and turned the top one over. She then collected one of the tin mugs and filled it from the water barrel, with a nod toward the crate she held the water out to him.
"I definitely like the apple part." She chuckled softly. "Wont have to ration the Zap apples this year if it keeps up, and we'll have an even bigger orchard of 'em for next year too." But she bit her lip. Chewing at it a bit. "Well I guess it stands to reason why it's so intimately familiar then." Wheren't Tony's and Clint's just as?