"Do y'happen to know this Redlove, Granny?"
"Oh, well, I've seen her before but only during our annual family reunions, dearie. Though, I reckon' she'd only gone to a few of them." Granny Smith explained, proceeding to spread the butter over her sliced bread. "I guess she's been too busy to attend."
"Because she's a ranger?"
"If you think I'm lettin' you off on some dangerous journey, then mister you married the wrong wife."
"Are you two love birds about done yet?" Redlove joked, "
The argument began over Granny Smith's spiced apples. But it wasn't the spiced apples that caused it. It was politics that spiced things up.
"It's good you refused their to join the army, Big Mac. If it's not the politics and them being yes-mares to Canterlot, it's the food and the equipment they give you."
Big Mac returned an intimidating look to Redlove. "I only refused because I have a wife to tend to."
"You know what I think?" The table shook violently as if someone slammed their hooves against the table, all eyes turning to the end of the table. "I think y-
"Which is exactly what the Kingdom is doing," Big Mac said, his voice soft but his expression unrelenting. "They're trying to pack up their treasures and avoid the economic toll that rebuilding civilization is taking on the rest of the Galactic Alliance, while they're throwing up a shield of planetary pride to convince people that their decision is based on something other than selfishness and irresponsibility. And other systems are starting to look to Corellia in a leadership role. It's foolish to cast the Galactic Alliance as the Empire and Corellia as the Rebel Alliance. Because that's what it might come to, a rebellion-a stupid and unnecessary one."
