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Rarity giggles for a few minutes, as she is assessing the situation, and calms down to her usual businesslike manners.
“Wait; does this have anything to do with the peculiar details, you asked for?” Rarity inquires.
“If the particular details are peculiar, then yes!” I respond.
“Girls, this is Rarity; the seamstress whom I was hoping could help me fixing something comfortable for you to wear!” I then added, explaining the situation to them.
“While I usually do craft suits for ponies; I think I should manage to adjust the designs for your human girls, Pinkie Pie!” Rarity explains.
“Are you, are you making clothes; for us, to wear?” the blond girl exclaims.
“I guess I am. While it may be rare; but I do design and craft clothes for customers, other than ponies!” Rarity points out, addressing the girls.
“Maybe you should have a look, at the initial designs?” I suggest.
“You think! Are you saying; that we actually have a say, in the matter?” the blond inquire.
“Well, of course; we ponies are no brute ruffians!” Rarity exclaims, indignantly.
“We love beautiful dresses and fun parties!” I point out.
“All the benefits of sophistication, if you will!” Rarity explains.
“Some pony has to make the effort of crafting the dresses, and through the parties, of course; just as all ponies needs something to eat!” I add.
“Something good to eat? I think I like something good to eat, too!” the girls agree.
“If your idea, about what is good to eat is the same as mine; I could always share my good fortune!” I point out.
“A pink suit, with a balloon!” the red-haired girl inquire, looking puzzled at the sketches.
“I like pink, and it is my colour! The balloon is representing me!” I respond; “Can I call you Ruby?” I inquire.
“Oh, oh; but of course. I guess that would be okay!” the girl responds.
“How would it be, if I added a necklace to the uniform, for the girls?” Rarity inquires.
“Sounds like fun!” I respond.
“Are you sure, you want to give us necklaces, too? Just for a uniform?” Ruby responds.
“The gem on the necklace will be in the shape of the signature balloon, with a pink ring around it; while I will add a tiara, with a unicorn horn on it!” Rarity ponders, without saying anything.
“I have a necklace with a pink balloon on it, and Rarity has one with a blue diamond on it!” I point out, without revealing any further details.
“I rarely use it, but I still do have it!” Rarity confirms.
“While they do look great; maybe they are more of a part of a uniform, than actual jewelry?” I suggest.
For effect; I pull out an image, of us wearing the necklaces, together.
“How did you do that, Pinkie?” Ruby inquires.
“She stores all manners of things in her mane, but we gave up on questioning how she does that!” Rarity explains, giggling at the situation.
“How about this?” I inquire; spinning my tail like a propeller and take off, hover a foot above the floor.
“I think we are getting of the topic!” Rarity points out, redirecting our attention towards her work.
“Which boots do you prefer?” I inquire.
“I don’t know, I just can’t decide!” Ruby respond, looking at the sketches and the fragments of the assemblage of the first uniform.
“While I like the idea, but I can’t wear clothes intended for a pony; they will not fit my body, even if I wanted to try them on!” the braided girl points out.
“I will have to adjust the ensemble for you, girls; a little bit of effort, on my part!” Rarty assures the girl.
“Can I call you Emerald?” I ask the blond girl, while rarity is arranging the images and ponequines.
Of course, her eyes are green, and Emerald just feels right for her.
“Oh, sure; why not?” she responds, giggling.
“Ponies have so strange, funny names!” Emerald ponders.
“Ponies are strange, you know; Emerald, if you only knew!” I interrupt her train of thought.
“How did you know, or, how do you know, Pinkie Pie?” Emerald inquires; startled by my interruption of her train of thought, and my startling insight into what she had been thinking and what she felt.
“Since it isn’t strange enough, to see a pony craft dresses and sell them in a village like Ponyville? Flying ponies isn’t proof enough; when she answers your questions, before you had the time to voice them?” I inquire, giggling.
“I was never permitted to dream, of wearing a fine dress!” Emerald responds.
“No, but maybe you could at least feel as a pretty girl?” I inquire.
“If I need a pony, to make me feel pretty; who am I to argue? Why did you choose me, over all the other girls that griffon offered?” she inquires.
“Let’s see, twitchy tail? I sense things before time, and I know smiles!” I respond.
“A skirt and a top, that I guess I could get used to!” Emerald responds, as she casts a glance at what Rarity is working with.
“On second thought, I think I need a set of girlequines!” Rarity points out, more to herself than any pony in particular.
I notice how none of the girls is correcting Rarity for the poneish word for the item that is a tool in her trade. Did they never hear of these items? I said nothing, sparing the item for later; alone with Rarity, that is. It is not helping the moment, so why bring it up now?
“I will have to make a set of new sketches, for your suits of clothes, girls!” Rarity merely continues.
A stack of parchment fly into the room, from a drawer in the other room. The quill is moving towards the first parchment, drawing up a girl and line out the intended clothes on the first sketch.
“That looks like me!” Ruby comments, as she is noticing the minute details recognizable.
“But of course, my dear Ruby; of course it is, which is why I colour the gem red!” Rarity responds.
While Rarity was focusing on the girl now known as Ruby, I pick up a set of line art sketches. One for each girl, wearing my uniform. Each with a designated gem on her neck lace. A Ruby, an Emerald and an Amethyst.
I watch Rarity drawing up sketch after sketch; while I and the girl point out something. She adjust the next sketch, until the image is just right.
“There, I think you have the design down perfectly!” I conclude.
Each has contributed to the final design, each had been given something. Just that Rarity will have to craft each and every one of these suits.
“Since I have seen what I was looking for, I have a few items to attend to; I will leave you to perform your job, Rarity!” I add.
“I will see you, when your prototypes are ready!” Rarity responds.
“Did Pinkie Pie choose you; because she thought she could cox, you into speaking?” Rarity asks the girls.
“Now I really wonder, just what Pinkie Pie could possibly be up to!” Rarity ponders.
Of course, this is exactly when the door slammed shut before her, but with its usual, merry jingling chime.
Behind the door, Rarity is left in deep thought; as she is setting off to complete the commission she had so eagerly accepted, earlier. Had she changed her mind, it is far too late to back out now.
Several minutes after Pinkie Pie had left the Boutique, Sweetie Belle trots down the stairs; to see her older sister, Rarity.
“What were all these strange noises?” Sweetie Belle inquires.
“These strange noises, was from the three humans Pinkie Pie had just bought! She wants me to extend her uniform for them to wear, in her new business!” Rarity responds.
“Humans? I guess that explains the noises! I could not understand anything, or make out words!” Sweetie Belle points out.
Rarity just giggles.
“Pinkie Pie!” she added, as a final remark.