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"That was a close race.... sigh midnight was being a brat...."Megana looks at midnight slightly annoyed....

"That was a close race," she sighs, "Midnight was being a brat..." and looks at Midnight slightly annoyed. She just nudges Megana, begging for another treat.

"Awww she wants something to eat!" Emily squeaks, like she's never been around a horse.

Sam, Steve and Maya arrive, "Woah..." Steve smiles, "No matter what, that was a close one!"

Sam hugs Meg, "Hey, you did great!"

The judges return, "With careful analysis. We've discovered that the winner is..." they look around, building tension, "Plains Splitter!" The rider of #4 jumps up and down, pumping his fists skyward while victoriously hopping around.

Emily, Sam and crew all disappointedly sigh.

"I thought you had it," Emily looks as though she may cry.

"It's probably rigged," Steve blurts out, "We all know who really won. Sam's told us all about you, Meg! You sound like someone fun to hang out with! Let's go do something else."

Maya snaps a photo of Meg, then casually places her camera back into her purse, then begins jotting notes down into a pocket notebook.

Sam shoots Steve an annoyed look, but agrees, "Yeah, could be fun! Oh, I brought these," he pours a handful of apple slices into Megana's hands, "For your horse. They let us buy some to feed the horses."

One of the stable boys taps Meg on her shoulder, "Ma'am, would you like me to take Midnight back to your grandmother's stables? She sent me. She told me to tell you to go have fun with your... boyfriend?" He glances at Sam. Megana thinks that she catches a glimmer of jealousy from the stablehand.

Megana smiles and hugs sam back "well if a certain someone didnt become a bratvwe wouldve won *as Megana lightly boop midnight on the snoot then give her apples

Megana smiles, hugging Sam back, "Well, if a certain someone didn't become a brat, then we would've won!" she lightly boops Midnight on the snoot. She then gives her the apples. Midnight quickly gobbles them up and nudges Meg back.

"Woah, cool horse," Steve comments, "How'd you get so fast on them?"

Sam side eyes Steve, "She's a professional."

The young stable hand stands, still waiting for Megana's answer.

Megana snickers and then responds back to the stable hand "yes thank you for doing that and please becareful" she looks at the stablehand hoping to listen for anything concerning.

Megana snickers and then responds back to the stable hand, "Yes, thank you for doing that and please be careful," she watches the stablehand, looking for anything concerning.

"Of course. I want to be as good as you someday," he replies as he leads Midnight, who's still munching on the last of the apple slices, back to her grandmother's.

At that moment, Miss Hoffman and Dane show up, probably to see how she's doing after the race. Steve waves at them as Sam and Emily eat a few missed apple slices.

Dane slows as he reaches the group, catching sight of Megana. The way she’s focused on feeding Midnight and listening to the others — and how easily she takes the loss — strikes him. After everything they’d gone through with Thunder, he feels a quiet sense of connection with her that didn’t exist before today. He hangs back a step, not wanting to intrude, then steps closer once there’s a pause in the conversation.

“Hey,” he says with an awkward grin. “Looked like you had that one till the last jump. Is Midnight okay?” He realizes a bit too late that she’s probably answered that question a dozen times already, but the words are already out.

Megana tips her hat at Dane "yeah shes okay. She was being a royal brat about treats. Spoiled old lady she is. Might be time to let her enjoy retirement" she remarks.

Dane furrows his brow for a second, trying to figure out what Megana means. She talks about her horses like they actually talk back — and while he supposes that’s theoretically possible, that kind of thing doesn’t happen around here. In a town like this, if someone really could talk to animals, people would probably run them out, or worse — like what he and Meg had talked about earlier. He figures he’s probably overthinking it and lets it go.

“That’s good,” he says instead. “After Midnight almost took that tumble at the end, I was worried he might’ve sprained something. Well, congratulations on a great finish — even if it wasn’t first. It was an exciting race.”

Letting Megana get back to her other conversations, he turns to Meg and asks. "Hey, you wanna go back and do some more shopping before dinner? I've got something I'd like to pick up before we eat."

Dane slows as he reaches the group, catching sight of Megana. The way she’s focused on feeding Midnight and listening to the others — and how easily she takes the loss — strikes him. After everything they’d gone through with Thunder, he feels a quiet sense of connection with her that didn’t exist before today. He hangs back a step, not wanting to intrude, then steps closer once there’s a pause in the conversation.

“Hey,” he says with an awkward grin. “Looked like you had that one till the last jump. Is Midnight okay?” He realizes a bit too late that she’s probably answered that question a dozen times already, but the words are already out.

Dane slows as he reaches the group, catching sight of Megana. The way she’s focused on feeding Midnight and listening to the others — and how easily she takes the loss — strikes him. After everything they’d gone through with Thunder, he feels a quiet sense of connection with her that didn’t exist before today. He hangs back a step, not wanting to intrude, then steps closer once there’s a pause in the conversation.

“Hey,” he says with an awkward grin. “Looked like you had that one till the last jump. Is Midnight okay?” He realizes a bit too late that she’s probably answered that question a dozen times already, but the words are already out.

Megana tips her hat at Dane, "Yeah, she's okay. She was being a royal brat about treats. Spoiled old lady, she is. Might be time to let her enjoy retirement," she remarks.

Dane furrows his brow for a second, trying to figure out what Megana means. She talks about her horses like they actually talk back — and while he supposes that’s theoretically possible, that kind of thing doesn’t happen around here. In a town like this, if someone really could talk to animals, people would probably run them out, or worse — like what he and Meg had talked about earlier. He figures he’s probably overthinking it and lets it go.

“That’s good,” he says instead. “After Midnight almost took that tumble at the end, I was worried he might’ve sprained something. Well, congratulations on a great finish — even if it wasn’t first. It was an exciting race.”

Letting Megana get back to her other conversations, he turns to Meg and asks. "Hey, you wanna go back and do some more shopping before dinner? I've got something I'd like to pick up before we eat."

Miss Hoffman squeezes Dane's hand as they prepare to leave. Emily, in her usual hyperactiveness, "Well, where are you guys going?" She glances back at Sam, Megana and crew, "Maybe... we could join you?" she looks hopeful.