"Really, Twilight," Rarity said as she restored her coiffure from helping Blueblood with the "negotiations" with Yakyakistan, "your pet did you a favor."
"A favor? He ate a midnight snack I've been saving for weeks!"
Rarity clicked her tongue. "Twilight, a princess can not be seen eating rat. It is beneath her."
"That's why it was going to be a midnight snack."
"Even so, you are royalty now, darling." Rarity assumed an elegant pose that Twilight knew would make her look like she was about to sneeze if she tried to imitate it. "You must act the part. Present yourself accordingly. Dine on only the noblest fare."
Twilight rolled her eyes. "This is leading up to the Hayburger again, isn't it?"
"If you have ever valued our friendship, please at least stop wiping your muzzle with the next bite."