CC just can't get herself to appreciate the 'beauty' of a farm, not even a magical one. Her hoofs threaten to sink into the soil, whenever the wind shifts so do the scents so one can go from lovely cooking, to shit from the stables without warning and it throws her off. The conversation seems to be mostly about the weather or how healthy the cows are. Honestly, she's surprised half the wilders aren't fleeing screaming 'i'm free, finally free'.