M- "Do you ever think about how we're technically part of the royal guard?"

S- "I try not to. I'd rather not think about the possibility of being sent to Canterlot and getting gnawed on by a bugbear."

M- "Aw c'mon! Think of it this way... we're uh- we're doing our duty for Equestria!"

A- "We're in the middle of nowhere, Moor."

M- "Well I mean... It still counts as service, right?"

A- "Meh, barely. We're being paid to sit around and stare at dunes of snow. It's like we're bleeding away our tour..."

M- "Well uh... Just think about all the positives!"

A- "I... I guess I'm glad I'm still able to study the stars while I'm sulking around a freezing cold wasteland. I suppose that's nice."

S- "And I'm just glad I can carve whenever I please."

M- "See? Those are positives!"

A- "What about you, Moor? Got anything positive to share?"

M- "M-me? Uh... I guess the sergeant makes really good blueberry tarts?"

S- "Mmm... I guess that counts."

A- "You're just saying that because you're hungry."

S- "I am a simple mare with simple needs, Amby."

M- "Hehe, I'll drink to that!"

A- "We- We didn't bring drinks."

M- "Fwehehe... or did we?"

A- "You-"

S- "Stuffed your jacket with booze."

A- "No wonder you're so touchy feely tonight..."

M- "Verrry perceptive guys! Care for a swig?"

S- "I'm not a fan of alcohol."

M- "Hah! I already planned for that, I got root beer too!"

S- "I love you."

A- "Well, you know what they say... You can't do proper stargazing without a drink."

S- "Who said that?"

A- "I dunno, just pass me the whiskey."

M- "Woohoo! Guard buddies for life!"

A- "Snow? Don't let her have any more, please. She's nearly floored..."

S- "I'm already hiding it as we speak, Amby."

A- "Heh, you know me so well..."