My Girlfriend is a Rock

A cold mid-winter afternoon. I was sitting in my apartment, Maud snuggling up to me. She watched the screen as I played Sonic the Hedgehog for the nth time. How much she was actually watching due to interest and how much just to make me happy, I'm not sure.

After beating the Marble Zone boss, which was easy despite the fires Robotnick was dropping, I paused the game and handed the controller over to my dear pony. She looked down at the controller, then at me.

“...Er, would you like to try a level?” I asked.

Maud slowly blinked, and then held out a hoof. Gears turned in my head before I realized what she meant.

“...Right, the controllers aren't meant for hooves.” I said sheepishly.

“They aren't.” Maud confirmed.

“Nevermind.” I said as I resumed play. I wonder how much a custom-designed controller would cost?