Bonny, darling, I love you, but you are now on your 17th play through of “Tower of Neighbel”. Do you think there’s aaaaaany other song you could play? Don’t get me wrong, I love when you perform for me. Just... maybe not that song anymore today... perhaps for a few years.
Bon Bon looked up. “Rarity, when we hooked up, I warned you: if I’m not making sweets, I’m playing piano. Do you recall that?”
“Frankly, dearest, if you’re going to keep on that dreadful tune, I recall saying I’m leaving.”
Bon Bon sighed. “She shall be leave on-ed.”