[Ooooh, why is he so understanding and kind...]

I like fall.

[Her voice is kind of muffled in between her bay forelegs, but she answers, rubbing her white hocks absently to try and focus on that sort of sensation and not the nausea.]

There's the harvest, so there's lots of fresh food... and the weather is so cool and crisp... and I like moon viewing, and the sound of all the crickets... and hot pot...

[All things completely absent in this metal, strange world.]