“It’s definitely…Spartan,” said a very yellow mare. She stood beside Cosworth in the main room of his new home, accompanied by a plain futon, a desk, a lamp, and the plain, unfinished walls. Cosworth casually took in the surroundings and chuckled.
“This is all I need right now. Well, that and I didn’t want to spend all my money decorating.” He held up an overturned hoof as he spoke. “I have more priorities than that—things like getting a job, learning the streets,” cataloguing food sources, “You know.”
“Not going to just take it easy on your first day?”
“I am taking it easy, Sunny. I mean it’s only one in the afternoon, I’ll just wander a bit.”
“Don’t get lost, then. I’ll be back at my office if you need anything.”