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>Sweet Apple Acres is a thing
No. Sorry, did you read the g-doc where I laid out the setting? I'd have some sort of thing included in a full-novel to clear up "when" this was supposed to happen but ... Yes at this time the Apples own the land where the orchard will be grown, but it's just brambles and a makeshift fence right now. We know it wasn't too many ... months? Something... until Granny Smith Apple found the Zap Apples, but remember those were wild still and also needed time to cultivated and replanted and/or grown from seed.

>From what context does she know [Anon is a killer]?
The fact that he's been casually sleeping in the Everfree Forest. It gets a bit noisy, he says. But not "I'd love to not fear for my life in a meadow full of vicious carnivores" which is what a pony would have said about that.

>I'll let it pass for this case
Given the societal backdrop in which this is set, it seems perfectly reasonable to me. WE didn't have a drinking-age until, what the '30s? Somebody looked a bunch of firsts up once, for a pony RPG, this was one of them. Certainly in medieval times, there were certain feasts when the "kids" at twelve, fourteen, whatever, were allowed to get drunk before their first day of work which, yes, sometimes they'd have to call in sick because they'd never been hungover before.

< >"Roasting, good morning"
>If this is what I think it is
No. And there are two reasons why I would need to rename the female lead and this is one of them. I hadn't heard that term as a slur until ... '14? '15? maybe later still. And it kinda pisses me off because it's not really like virgin eighteen year olds have beautiful vulvae; that's just how women are put together so get your mind out of the gutter and
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The other reason is, and of course I looked this up AFTER writing this whole thing, that no beer maker experiments with roasting the hops twice. It does nothing positive for the taste or texture and damages the hops' ability to preserve the beer during storage. So it's a dumb name and that's where that stands.
But her cutie mark is brewing, I'm sure. Giant wooden vat over a fire, maybe.