Speaking of choices, you tell Honourshine that you're happy she chose to join you on your quest. Your adventures are always filled with risks, rewards and romance, and you're looking forward to seeing her new skills in action!

Honourshine: "I'll do what I can for the risks and the rewards."

To that, you admit that after everything you've taught her about socializing, you find it hard to believe she has not yet made any close friends. Considering how pretty she always was, you have to ask if she has tried putting any of it to use at all.

Honourshine: "I can't say I have. Nopony's ever really caught my eye."

Moonflower: "Heehee... 'cause they're not Blazer, right?"

Honourshine: "You don't have to say it like that."

You grin, and playfully tell Honourshine that if that's the case, then the toy you got her for her cute-ceañera must have been a better gift than you thought it would be.

Honourshine: "It has been... useful."

Moonflower: "Oooh! What kinda toy is it?"

Honourshine: "..."

Moonflower: "Ohhh...! I got one of those, too!"

Honourshine: "Really, now? I figured you as more of a social type."

Moonflower: "I am! But when I moved to Starfalls Town as a filly, I was the only pony my age, and I was too shy to ask any o' the adults to pair up with me, so my mom gave me a special toy."

Honourshine: "Wait. You were the only child in an entire town? That's awkward."

Moonflower: "Yuh uh! It's 'cause bat pony clans gotta stay in balance with the caves, so there's only a new generation every now and then. I came from a different clan, so I didn't fit in with the generations here."

You only just now realize that indeed, you have never seen anyone near Moonflower's age in Starfalls Town. This would also explain how inexperienced she was when you first met in contrast to how affectionate she quickly became.

Honourshine: "I suppose that played a role in becoming such fast friends with Blaze, then."

Moonflower: "Heehee! Blazer taught me the basics, but then we made friends with a boy, and I learned that I super like 'em a lot!"

Honourshine: "Do you now...?"

Moonflower: "Yeah! They're way better than toys, 'cause..."

Moonflower enthusiastically begins to elaborate on her profound adoration for stallions in extensive detail, specifically in the context of their reproductive system and its various features. She compares several of their physical attributes to their imitations, speaks at length about the unique olfactory and gustatory delectations they provide, and draws a direct correlation between the quantity and disposition of their culminating emissions to the general enjoyment of her experiences with them. She accomplishes the majority of this by relaying her own anecdotal depictions, gesturing inappropriately, and employing a vocabulary much too obscene to transcribe verbatim.

Moonflower: "... And that's why they're the best! Ooh, now I could go for a snack."

Honourshine: "... Hm. Remind me never to question your preferences again. And you would make me believe that you were too shy before?"

Moonflower: "Heeheehee...! It was kinda scary when I didn't know anythin', but now I wanna try all sorts'a stuff!"

Thinking to yourself, you are unsure whether you taught the bat pony well, or merely unlocked the potential within her. At this rate, you suspect that the student may soon surpass her master.

Honourshine: "And then Blaze conveniently became a prince. Knowing you, you probably did it for her sake."

You nod, and confess that Moonflower may have been on your mind when you made the choice — but to be honest, you had been using the magic ring almost constantly before then, with or without her. You figured that you might as well stick with it for a while.

Honourshine: "(sigh) The things you do for this socializing of yours..."

Despite the tone of her voice, you recognize that exasperated smile; even though she never understood it, Honourshine always admired your willingness to do almost anything to bring others joy. Yet as far as you were concerned, it often was its own reward.

Speaking of which, you begin to consider where to go for lunch. Your pocket watch indicates a quarter to noon; still early enough to either look around for an eatery in town, or travel further to somewhere more familiar.