[Faize just shakes his head, smiling a little. Shine on, Poland. Shine on you crazy, fruit-hoarding diamond.]
[But alright...gonna...feed the pony. After one last moment of hesitation, he holds his hand out flat, as instructed, apple sitting in his palm.]
Like this?
[He is so ready to pull his hand away if it looks at all like Maryla decides his hand would be just as delicious as an apple. WHAT DO YOU MEAN PONIES ARE HERBIVORES?]
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[But alright...gonna...feed the pony. After one last moment of hesitation, he holds his hand out flat, as instructed, apple sitting in his palm.]
Like this?
[He is so ready to pull his hand away if it looks at all like Maryla decides his hand would be just as delicious as an apple. WHAT DO YOU MEAN PONIES ARE HERBIVORES?]