Now Granny Smith was a little confused. The elderly mare glanced all around the room, looking for AppleJack, Apple Bloom, or any other familiar pony. There seemed to be a lot of mixing and mingling going on, but there really wasn't anypony here that was even close to her age. Granny thought to herself, "Well, I'm here! But wadda I say to all these here youngin's? And how's come I can't find mah granddaughters? Reckon they're doin' more debutauntin' an' such. SAY! I smell food! I know I shouldn't eat this late in the day, but dang nabbit I'm hungry! I'll jist foller mah nose till.."
Granny Smith's train of thought was broken when Boulder Dash walked over to her and introduced himself and his younger brother to the Apple Matriarch.
"Boulder Dash.. Boulder Dash.. OH YEAH! I remember ya! Ya got that thar tomater farm down the road a piece from Sweet Apple Acres! And little Rocky! Well, ya ain't so little no more. Yur gittin' ta be a find young colt! I kin remember when ol' Big Mac was that small, but he didn't stay little long neither. I was haven' ta git'm a new horse collar fer'm every few months! That sure were a long time ago. So, Boulder Dash, whatcha doin' here? Did ya git an invite? Well, don't wurry none if'n ya didn't. If them big goomer ponies guardin' the doors give ya any flak, jist tell'm yur with me! You an' little Rocky thar! Any friends of mine deserves ta be here, BY CRACKY!"
Granny was so 'worked up,' to emphasize her point, Granny Smith stomped her left front hoof hard on the floor. But soon, her mood lightened again and her confusion returned.
"Er.. what was I a-sayin'? Well, don't matter none! How's about you fellers escortin' me to the food table? I smells some mighty yummy stuff an' Rocky's a growin' colt. We all could use some good gruff, ain't that right? Have y'all met AppleJack and Apple Bloom yet? Ya gotta see'm while yur here, they're in their party clothes. At least, I think they are.."