[colour=#b22222]"I'm simply offering investment...." [/colour]Foalfellow replied, staring Elderflower down, and getting increasingly twitchy. Foalfellow was far from being an absolute intellectual, though he was a keen conversationalist. Elderflower's facial expressions were telling him more than a thousand words would. He couldn't help but feel that he was banging on a locked door. Traveling Equestria is tough, especially when nobody wants you, with the only thing to your name is your fathers old top hat and a worn old cane. You had to stand up for yourself, find some way to survive. Make yourself useful. Foalfellow is hardly a likable person by any stretch of the imagination, though he was molded by a society of doubt, worry and survival. He just strolled into Canterlot, fresh off his 'endevours' in Germaney. The Elderflower Tea House was a nice place, he entered the tea-house two months ago. Ordered some Lychee Juice, even received a smile off of Elderflower. Very doubtful she would even remember him, but it shined onto him the feeling of happiness, an unknown feeling. If he couldn't win the support of El, maybe he could win the support of the others.... After all, the majority could always have more sway of influence over her.... [colour=#b22222]"So what do you all think?" [/colour]He said to the group of stallions in the store, hoping to find their opinions on the matter.