Pinkie Pie: Can I taste it?

Pearbutter: I beg you pardon?

PP: Can I taste your mane?

PB: You want to taste my what?

PP: Can I?

PB: Why in tarnation would you do that?

PP: To see if it taste like butter popcorn. Mine taste like cotton candy. Want to try?

P: Uh.... I think I'll pass...

PP: So? Can I? Can I? Please! Please!

P: *sigh* Sure. But don't expect much.

*After one bite*

PP: Oh. I was totally wrong. It doesn't taste like butter popcorn.

P: See? There was no way that my mane would taste like-

PP: It tastes like caramelized pear!

P: What?

PP: It's so yummy! Can I take another bite?

P: Uh...... No.

PP: Huh? Why not?

P: I think that's enough for you.

PP: Awww... You want to keep it to yourself?

P: What? No!

PP: I should have thought.

She walked away, leaving the poor mare confused, guilty and curious. Later that evening at her house, she met her husband.

Bright Mac: Hello honey.

P: Uh... I may sounds weird but... Do my mane taste like caramelized pear?

BP: Huh? What kind of question is that?

P: Well, I met that strange filly today who asked me to taste my mane and....

BM: *sigh* Let me guess. Pink, curly pink mane...?

P: *gasp* That's the one!

BM: She asked me the same thing.

The mare remained silent.

BM: What?

P: So... What your mane tastes like?

BM: It's... not important.

P: Come on Bright! I said mine, you got to tell me your.

BM: *sigh* Alright. It taste like...

Applejack: Mommy! Mommy!

P: What is it Applejack?

AJ: I'm hungry.

P: Well, you got to wait until supper, young lady.

AJ: Awww...

P: Come on now, I'm going to show you how to make apple pies...

The mother and daughter away, the stallion let a sigh of relief.

BM: That was close. How humiliating it would have been if she learned that it tastes like strawberries...