"I'm good at breaking things." Abby's ability to focus or practice weren't actually good. Anything she was good at was less about skill and more about emotional investment. Still, breaking things? She could do that. "Not good at fighting, so maybe I should learn to crawl before I try to not die to monsters."

And then he abruptly switches the topic to horses. Which- on the one hand makes perfect sense, but on the other hand what the fuck?

"Man, I haven't been horseback riding in forever. One of my friends had to because her mom didn't want her to miss out on anything, and my other friend insisted we all do it because she had that fairytale princess phase before she realized horseback riding is like an actual athletic thing." Abby stretched a little, thinking about it being something she could do here, she didn't suck at it. She wasn't going to win any medals or anything but it was a thing she did with her friends. "Is it useful to know how to ride out here?"