At first you don't even know what he's talking about until you really, really think about what you just did. Why would you ever think to do that? Autumn speaks up first, though.
"That's what we're supposed to be, so that's what I do!
It's not surprising in the least that Autumn would be purposely emulating the show, but it's a little embarrassing to realize you've been unknowingly doing the same the whole time. What else have you picked up from her?
"I, uh, I think I started doing it because she did."
"See, girls? Here in my home we have the beginnings of a pony culture. Adorable."
He seems to think he's pretty funny, and with another small chuckle he returns to cooking whatever it is that smells so good. Autumn gets your attention almost at once, though.
"So, c'mon, what's she like?"
"You mean Opal? She's very pretty, but she's not too happy about all this."
"Neither were you, silly filly. You learned, so will she."
"Right you are, my stalwart little companion." Cheers an upbeat looking Master as he pokes his head back into the hallway. "The food's ready."
You're delighted to find a stir-fry waiting for you in a dish on the floor, and while Autumn seats herself next to Master's chair, you notice the floor tiles are a little cold and your Master is barefoot. That simply won't do, so you carefully set yourself down with your abdomen resting atop his chilly toes.