She was not sure what to say. He had it in his head that he had to be proper at all times even though he wasn't always. And then he was talking about finding a girl to court for a year when she thought maybe... well... apparently not. That stung. He might even see the hurt in her eyes if he looked her way even though she averted them. "I see," she said. "I hope you find her then, whoever she is. And Pony... just... try to be happy." With that, she moved to stand, not wanting him to see the hurt he unintentionally inflicted upon her.

She didn't want to chase after someone who didn't see her the way she wished he would, didn't want to see whoever else he chose. The bartender came back out toward the end of the conversation and overheard both of them. He watched his friend move toward the door, and then he looked at Pony and said, "You know, you seem to be a bit dense. You have something right in front of your nose and you are ignoring it." He gave a shrug and refilled the drink, setting it in front of Pony.