Applejack had darted across the street to their house, set some coffee to brew, and a little hay tea, got a few items to flavor each into a bag. And darted upstairs to have a quick shower. She had to get the work stink off of her, otherwise she was sure she'd chase him off. And only Celestia knew where exactly what was and wasn't caked in mud.
So as she entered the barn, her fingers were lightly tugging her wet hair into a loose braid. And her bag of provisions hung from her elbow. She knew she was sweet smelling. And didn't doubt she was a little pleasing to the eye with her button down shirt tied up to expose her smooth stomach, and poured into jeans hugging her curves. She only hoped the freshly cleaned boots didn't put him off.