Mrs Orange used to feel the relationship was slowly becoming less and less meaningful. Even with her own days taken up as a tour guide through Manehatten’s famous botanical gardens and tending her own little greenhouse of orange plants, perhaps something was lacking.
 
A spur of the visit moment to visit her sister’s daughters and son gave her a little breathing room, and naturally introduced her to a certain white unicorn with a purple mane who was more than thrilled to help her best friend’s family problems.
 
When Mosley returned on Hearts and Hooves’ evening from work, wondering why the house was so dark, he only needed to step into his bedroom to find out just how his wife had discovered to rekindle that old love.
 
“There’s no zest like a proper orange mare~”