Original Description:
Applejack isn’t much for roses, but that didn’t stop Hol Horse from picking between a gardenia and a sunflower for her.
He would’ve picked the gardenia without hesitation, but after a little trip to the flower shop and getting bombarded with flowers and their meanings, he’s had to think twice.
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“A secret love…” Hol Horse lifted up the gardenia. “Or adoration?” The sunflower in his other hand followed.
“I mean, I do like her. A lot.” He mumbled the end of his sentence. “But love? I don’t know if I can call it that yet.”
Applejack held in her breath. She hadn’t meant to overhear. She wasn’t supposed to overhear.
“It’s not like nopony ain’t ever had a thing for me before.” She grimaced at the thought of a fancy unicorn’s attempts to woo her.
“But, he’s not a pony now, is he?” She quietly walked away, giving him one last glance.
He didn’t say another word aloud.