Abigail smiled. Grace was acting like a retired horse. She had her head low, her tail relaxed, her gate was smooth. Grace was perfect. Titan, on the other hand, was jealous. He gave constant, frantic whinnys from his stall and pawed at the stall door.

Tyler finally stopped and glanced up at the setting sun. "I think I'm going to go make food... or I might die." He anounced, turning to look at Abby. "Does that sound good?" Tyler asked

"Not the dieing part! Why would you die!?" Abby put her hands on her hips and gave him a "don't you dare" look.

Tyler barked a laugh, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "Okay okay I won't die, but I am quite hungry. Is there a food choice you would prefer?" He asked, his voice holding a hint of amusement

"PIZZA!" She cried just like a child. She was kinda childish. She smiled and gave him that "please" look. She had a way with her facial expressions.

Tyler furrowed his eyebrows even more, one of them raising slightly. "Pizza." He repeated. "I might be able to do something about that." Tyler finally said with a chuckle at Abby's face, shaking his head slightly before walking towards the cabin.

Abby smiled and dismounted, walking Grace Cloud to Josh. He took care of the pretty filly. Abby skipped to the cabin

Tyler decided to make homemade pizza... it had to taste just as good, right? He was an okay cook. He rolled out the dough quickly, throwing it in the oven after putting toppings on. When it was done Tyler took it out, breathed in the good smell, looked at the pizza, and finally decided it was good enough. (Rushed process haha)

Abby propped herself up on the arm of the couch and massaged her legs. She was terrible at it and seemed to make the pain worse. She groaned as she stood and followed the wonderful smell of pizza. She closed her eyes and playfully bumped into Tyler. She stood behind him on her tippy toes and rested her chin on his shoulder. It wasn't the most comfortable and her legs throbbed but she felt it was worth it. "Mmmm... pizza!" She giggled softly in his ear

Tyler couldn't help but raise his eyebrows at Abby and shake his head slightly... in awe. "How do I put up with you?" He asked with a grin, setting the pizza on the counter to cool a bit and going on a hunt for a pizza cutter. After that was found he cut the pizza and handed Abby a plate before disappearing into the other room. Tyler came back out with a dusty old guitar, which he proceeded to take a dry papertowel and wipe some of the standing dust off.