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// 128. Grass. 
// Story: In Celebration of a Hundred. 
// by Karrakaz 
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	She inspected the plate from all sides, convinced that there had to have been a mistake. She had ordered... well, she had ordered something fancy sounding.

“Rarity?” she asked, prompting an arched eyebrow from the mare sitting opposite to her.

“This is grass.”

Rarity chuckled. “Well of course it is, darling.”

“Ah didn’t order grass.”

The unicorn smiled at her while lifting a fork with some celery stuck to it with her magic. “I’m afraid you have, dear. But not to fret, we can share some of mine.”

Applejack groaned. This was exactly why she didn’t go to fancy places.