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I had left Princess Twilight Sparkle to deal with her work, in the castle of Friendship. From there, I had bounced all the way back into town and managed to reach the center without any incidents.
Since Rarity’s boutique is open, I trot over to the Carousel and open the door. Of course, Rarity is inside, managing the boutique and arranging the ponequines in the window to the right of the door.
“Hiya, Rarity!” I exclaim, in my usual greeting.
“Greetings, Pinkie Pie!” she responds, smiling back.
“I will be needing a uniform, shortly! I was hoping you could design and craft it for me!”I continue, explaining my situation.
“A uniform, are you by chance establishing a new cafe or restaurant in Ponyville?” she inquires.
“Exactly! Since I know the business, I could expand the catering! Selling sweets, treats and other baked goods, serving customers; I know I can manage it!” I respond.
“If it had not been so hard to find a table at a restaurant, I would have worried about the competition with your current employers; but in the situation, that should not be an issue or a problem!” she points out.
“What kind of a uniform were you looking for? Aside from the obvious, it had to be pink?” she inquires.
“Pink, yes! I need a complete uniform; hat, top, skirt and a set of boots!” I point out.
“I think I can fix that. You hope for suction-cup, rubber boots?” she inquires.
“With three balloons, and named; the Pink Balloon!” I add.
“I can sketch it for you, right away; so you can see if it could work!” Rarity points out.
I watch the iridescent orb or blue light, magical orb appearing on the tip of her horn; growing in size and intensity, before it flows down the length of her horn.
She grabs a quill and dips it in ink, while pulling out an arch of parchment, before sketching up a set of ponies with the selected articles of clothing on. Each showcasing the uniform in a different style and angle.
“This hat, this top, this skirt and that set of boots looks good!” I respond, while I look at her scratching out my idea, before me as I am watching.
“I can refine the details, a bit further, if you like!” she points out.
“Thanks, Rarity!” I respond, watching her as she pulls out a second arch of parchment; continuing on what I had asked for.
“One small detail! While we are at it; could you make the boots to look, as if they are ending in equine or cervine hooves as two separate alternatives?” I inquire; with the hopes I could integrate the uniform for my intended staff to be as well, before I had hired anyone for the job.
“Pony and Deer hooves; as two separate alternative versions of a collected uniform? Something like this!” she intones, as she is sketching up two separate sets of boots.
I notice a few distinct changes to the original design of the set of boots; making the separate alternatives an integral part of the original design. Without knowing of the original idea; she had prepared for the knee-length boots for my employers to be, while she was at it.
“These are perfect, Rarity; this is why you are the CEO of a clothing Empire!” I point out, without as much as a trace of irony or sarcasm.
Of course, I had meant that with utter sincerity; that would have made Applejack and the Apples proud. Maybe there is stock to the notion of our kinship, even if we never did prove it back then. Maybe it had been best to leave the question open and the answer vague.
“I could have your first uniform-prototype ready by tomorrow, Pinkie! Would that be acceptable?” Rarity offers.
“If you can produce it by tomorrow, I will have the final and finished ensemble well in time for the opening of the shop!” I respond.
“I will just finalize these drawings and clean up; before I can get started!” Rarity adds.
“I will check in by tomorrow at lunch; if that is working for you, Rarity!” I suggest.
“After everything I have seen Rarity create and craft, I will trust her judgment, with the final details!” I ponder.
“Lunch, by tomorrow; I will see you by then, Pinkie Pie!” she responds.
“Thanks again, Rarity; and see you by tomorrow!” I respond.
With that, I trot out of the room; opening the door and step out. Once I closed the door behind me, quietly; I continue on my way to Sugar-cube Corner. I hope I can manage to have my lunch, before the lunch-break is at an end.
Business is as hectic as ever. Maybe opening a cafe is actually making it easier for the Cakes, even if I am taking a few customers from them. I fear they will have to hire additional personal, aside from me. I can’t be tending the counter every day; not with all my responsibilities I have been picking up. I am a teacher at the school of friendship, I am a member of the friendship-council and the party-planner of Ponyville. I could step down from neither.
I love working for the Cakes, at the Sugar-cube Corner; where I meet plenty of friends each and every day. I also love all the other responsibilities I picked up; helping the Cakes with numerous other tasks, when I am in Ponyville.
We can’t expect Cheeze Sandwich to come in and cover for me, as a party planner. Maybe I could ask Sugar Belle to cover for me, on a few occasions now and then; considering how she moved into town because of Big Macintosh of the Apples. Of course, Vinyl Scratch, also known as Dj Pon3 is liable to keep the town lively and up to the beat at all times, each and every chance she is given. There is always something going on in town, these days. Not like when I moved into town, when it was little more than the Apples running the show.