Applejack chuckled, low and thunderous. “You oughta learn, Dash. Lotta good can come from movin’ at someone else’s pace.”

“Yeah?” Dash tapped the edge of the table impatiently. “When the hay would I ever need to do that? I’m a pacesetter, record breaker! Everyone should be keeping up with me, not the other way around.”

Applejack looked up at her, a small smile crossing her face. “You’re missing a lot, sugar.”

“Like what?” challenged Dash. “Name one thing.”

Applejack leaned in. “Oh, honey,” she whispered in a voice that sent chills down Dash’s back. “I can do a whole lot more than name.”

Inside, Dash’s heart skipped a beat. “Oh,” she whispered, her voice marred with a stutter. “Oh.”