She almost grinned at him but schooled her expression carefully. She then rested her head on his shoulder, scooting just a little closer to him so it wouldn't be a strain on her neck. "Alright," she murmured, and then it surprised her when she drifted off whilst her head was on Pony's shoulder. She smelled of cinnamon, nutmeg, and of apples from her endeavors. Her breathing deepened and she would lightly nap against the one she was coming to like more than she probably ought to.