Candlelight remains silent. She places her hooves firmly on the table to stop them from shaking.

A long minute passes. Candlelight looks up.

Candlelight: It’s…b-because I’m in love with someone! It doesn’t feel right to be eating the lust of other ponies.

The looks she receives from both Bone Cold and Pumpkin immediately tell Candlelight that those were the wrong words to use.