It is nothing quite so grand. Just memories of my homeland.
[Zecora nudges the trailer door open and step in. The inside looks nothing like a conventional trailer -- Zecora has been here so long she's long since changed it up to suit her tastes. Shelves of herbs, flowers, plants, and other more curious things; more masks, hanging potions, and bottles of mysterious substances... and a perfectly normal bed. Hey, not everything has to be weird.]
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Just memories of my homeland.
[Zecora nudges the trailer door open and step in. The inside looks nothing like a conventional trailer -- Zecora has been here so long she's long since changed it up to suit her tastes. Shelves of herbs, flowers, plants, and other more curious things; more masks, hanging potions, and bottles of mysterious substances... and a perfectly normal bed. Hey, not everything has to be weird.]