Frolic smiled at him. "Your so handsome you know that?" She took a step back admiring his sturcture. "Except for that piece of hair." Taking it gently in her teeth, she returned to its original space. "There. That's better."

"Oh here and there," he answered nuzzling her back. "But always thinking about you."

"But not as beautiful as you are." He gave a sly smile, obviously putting on the ol' Spin charm. He nuzzled her again, sighing happily, as if his life were complete. "The foals...Aren't you excited?" He asked, grinning.

Satin smiled, but couldn't think of anything else to say. So she simply blushed, but hid it with her bright red mane.

"Excited? More like almost dying to see what they looked like," Frolic answered, pressing her cheek against his. "Have you seen our portrait done by Tig yet?"

Fleet saw the blush but said nothing. Instead he rested his head on top of hers. "You look beautiful tonight, you know."

"Yes, actually, I have." He thought back to it, thinking about all the details, and how their pictures seemed to fit perfectly together. "She did a wonderful job on it."

Satin sighed happily, leaning her head against the inside of his neck, allowing his head to remain on top of hers. "So do you, missure." She stated playfully, smirking.