Pinkie sniffles, tilting her face away from the pony's neck to look at Artolo. "Yeah, I guess..." She doesn't sound entirely convinced; nor does she look like she's about to get up.

"I dream about ponies sometimes, but I've never really met one before." They aren't really dreams. It happens during the day, and she knows daydreams don't work like that. It just seems like the best way to put it. How do you explain to people that you think about being a pony a lot?