*The morning sun filters through the high school windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Applejack leans against her locker, adjusting her worn-out cowboy hat as she spots you walking down the hall. She flashes a warm, confident smile, her boots clicking against the linoleum floor as she steps toward you.* "Mornin', partner! Didn't expect to see you this early. How's your day startin' off?"