Whinnyessa
Oh no! No! No! No! Not my cider press!
Cotroti
You know, there’s a word for this sort of thing.
Cotroti
Karma! You ruined my apple order, Whinnyessa!
Whinnyessa
What? How in Equestria could you make such an accusation? Did you hit your head flying here in the rain?
Whinnyessa
Oh! How revolting! Get those out of my face!
Cotroti
You put apple worms in the cart, didn’t you? It’s the only way they could have rotted that fast!
Whinnyessa
Well, maybe they fell in crossing between our farms.
Cotroti
Gravenstein would have seen that. You know you did it, Whinnyessa. Admit it!
Whinnyessa
Oh, fine! If you’re going to be so insistent. Yes, I put apple worms in the cart. But no one wants Sonomare cider anyway, not when they can have delicious Neigh-pa cider.
Cotroti
Funny. Looks like they’re not getting that, either.
Whinnyessa
Oh, my cider press! This flooding is just awful! This could take weeks to repair!
Cotroti
Yeah, well, I actually came over to make a deal with you, Whinnyessa.
Whinnyessa
A deal? After you accuse me of something— that I actually did.
Cotroti
Yeah. My cider press is fine. But I’ve got no apples. So, if you give me yours, I’ll press them, and then we split the profits.
Whinnyessa
Oh, where’s the profit in that? Fine.