She laughs at that, recognizing the joke; she's met more than a few people in her life who would declare someone their best friend if they shared a meal together, so she knows it probably isn't too far off the mark. "I'll give you a few apples to share with them, too." A genuine offer, even if it's said with a bit of a chuckle.

Diana watches the meeting closely, though she is confident that the mare will be perfectly happy with both the introduction and the sugar cube. She is proven correct, and smiles widely, approving of the young woman's manners, to be honest. "Go ahead and pat her neck, now. Right below that big gray spot is one of her favorite places." She reaches up to stroke the horse's snout as well, murmuring a few praises in Ancient Greek as she does.