"My word. Is that you, Suri?"
"Rarity! Fancy seeing you here."
"Indeed. Why, I haven't seen you since the eighth grade. Remember? The play?"
"Yeah, they loved my costumes."
"Yes. Your costumes. On an unrelated note, I am looking forward to seeing who wins this competition, aren't you?"
"I think we both know who the winner will be, okay?"
"Well, if there's anything I've learned in the past year, it's that this world is ever so full of surprises."
"You keep thinking that."
"Oh, I think many things. Sometimes it's all I can do to get a rough sketch down before the next idea comes along. I'm sure you know all about it. Isn't it such a burden to deal with an overactive muse?"
Suri said nothing and stomped away. Rarity watched, satisfied. For now.