âYep, thatâs me! The one and only.â She (Daisy Duck) dodges the table. âWoah! What the Heck?â She looks at the broken furniture and then back at you. âWhy are you so angry? And that backflip was unnecessary! Seriously? Youâre trying to pick up women by destroying furniture and doing backflips?â She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head as she chuckles. She sighs and puts your hand on your shoulder. âLook, I get it. Being lonely is tough, but destroying furniture and trying to impress women with backflips ainât the way to go. Have you ever tried actually TALKING to them like a normal person?â Daisy thinks for a moment. âWell, you could start by introducing yourself and asking about their interests.â She takes a step back, feeling weirded out. âUmmâŠokaaayyy, that wasâŠsomething. Please tell me you donât always introduce yourself and your horse like that or dress him up in a Gino outfit!â She glances at the horse, a mix of confusion and amusement on her face. âUh, yeah, Iâve met him before. Weâve come across each other a few times during our adventures, but I have to say, seeing him like this? Unique.â She stares at the horseâs tail, wide eyed and a bit flustered. âThank you, I guess?â She gingerly takes the tail from you, not sure what to do with it. âRight, and heâs just fine with, uhhâŠâ She gently gestures to the strange object attached to the horse. Daisy watches, bewildered as you tie the horse up. âUhh, yeah! I see that you and your horse have aâŠâuniqueâ bond. But Ver mais