interruption
"I hate to interrupt you darling, don't you think you might possibly be boring our guest?"
Fancy Pants dropped his monocle, and looked up in utter shock and surprise at his wife.
"Fleur! My word!" The unicorn's eyes went wide. "You've always loved my stories! You always adore hearing my dramatic tales of how I came up from nothing!"
"Indeed I do, my dear." The pink unicorn smiled, levitating the teapot to pour more tea for their honored guests. "And I know that many of our guests call upon us, to have you regale them with your heroic tales of sweeping the streets of Manehatten clean of crime, or your stories of your great exploits during the war. But don't you think the hour is growing late?"
"Egad! You are correct as usual, dearest! It's high time to break from storytelling, for a nice warm spot of tea!" The stallion smacked his forehead with his hoof. "I say, I do not know what I would without this charming mare in my life!"
As she finished pouring the tea, Fleur De Lis climbed up onto Fancy's back, and struck a reclining Pose.
"That has always been her favorite perch when we are relaxing... as you can clearly see." The unicorn stallion laughed, looking up at the mare reclining on his back. "She was a fashion model early in her life, you know. Graced the cover of every top fashion magazine in Canterlot a few years back. Photo Finish 'discovered' her when she was only nineteen."
"Dreadful mare, no kindness or compassion in her heart whatsoever." Fleur added nonchalantly. "But she can do wonders with a camera."
"Fleur came from a neighborhood in Fillydelphia that was... not as well off, as where I was raised." Fancy took a sip of his Samurai ponychai tea. "And with seven siblings, a two room apartment can be..."
"....simply dreadful." Fleur responded, resting her head on top of Fancy's mane.
"She earned enough money to get her family out of that dreadful place." The male unicorn continued. "And with the wealth she earned in her newfound profession, my dearest Fleur was able to move up through the ranks... into Cantelot high society."
"Garden Parties, high society dinners, charity auctions." She glanced at her hoof polish in a bored manner. "Every eligible Stallion in the city was asking for the honor of taking me to the opera!"
"Unfortunately, it was all pomp and circumstance." Fancy Pants replied sadly. "All of the attention of these vain upper-class ponies was on my dear wife's beauty, rather than who she was on the inside."
"All those Stallions... hansome, rich stallions... they didn't care about my personality... or my intellect... or my likes and my dislikes." Fleur replied, the anger rising in her voice. "All that they paid any attention to was how I waved my flank as I walked!"
"Yes, well..." The embarrassed Fancy Pants continued, flustered that his wife was losing her composure like this. "It was rather a tragedy that these rich snobs couldn't appreciate for the wonder pony she is inside."
"But it was always my looks that got me attention, you know!" Fleur narrowed her eyes, her voice slipping out of her Canterlot upper crust accent, and degenerating into a rustic Fillydeplhia twang. "They never thought this girl had a brain, even though I could keep up with them in Science, or Politics, or Art! Nope, as far as they’re concerned, I got ahead by being a wh-"
"Darling! Please! Compose yourself!" Fancy Pants interrupted her. "While there is nothing wrong with expressing your true feelings in front of present company, you had best remember to maintain control when we are in front of the Canterlot elite."
"Of course, dearest! Quite right!" Fluer replied, regaining her composure, and settling into her previous resting position on Fancy Pant's back. "We can't have these spoiled children discovering our modest origins. You wouldn't be able to help the lower classes from within high society any longer."
"These spoiled children are so easy to control, you see." Fancy Pants told his visitors with a smirk. "If they think you're somepony important, they'll do anything you tell them is 'fashionable'."
"Tell them wearing paper bags on their heads is fashionable, and they'll wear two." Fleur thought for a moment. "Though I do recall seeing a mare in high society once, who did wear a paper bag on her head,..."
"Merely a mare living life her life by her own rules, instead of thinking what it's trendy to think." The unicorn stallion replied. "It's a trait I can respect and admire, to be sure. I truthfully believe think for oneself is a lost art among all of the high class ponies of Canterlot... save for ourselves and the Princesses, of course."
"It is no wonder the nobility sticks to thier estates in the countryside, and leaves the capital to the low-born rich." Fleur agreed. "As wonderful and exciting as the city life is, the company we have to keep in living here, is almost enough to drive us out of Canterlot ourseselves."
"Almost, Fleur, almost." Fancy sipped his tea again. "We both must admit we love the bustle and excitement of the capital. It would be a very boring life for the two of us without it!"
"Are you going to tell them how we met, my darling?" Fleur asked her husband, shifting to another pose on his back.
"Ahhh, patience my dear!" Fancy Pants told her, a smile on his face. "We're not to that point in our jolly good tale yet. We should tell this story in proper sequence, don't you think?"
"Of course, darling, you are quite right." Fluer replied quickly. "Do pick up from where you left off...."
"Well, as I was saying." Fancy Pants continued. "I had just returned from my adventures in the west, and taken a job with the constabulary force in Manehatten, where I intended to enforce my policy of 'speak softly, and carry a long horsewhip'..."