"And then I was like, Oatmeal?! Are you crazy?!"
Rarity's face was firmly planted into the table, but it did nothing to mask her feelings about Pinkie's inclusion. She had completely stolen the conversation after saying hi to Chrome, to the point where she invited herself to sit with them. She was certain that he wouldn't have batted an eye at Pinkie any other day, but with Rarity involved...he at least kept up a mild interest in her rambling. Perhaps he got a kick out of watching the alabaster unicorn suffer.
"Mmmhmm." He nodded slowly, seemingly admiring the distinct egg taste in his mouth. She wasn't sure if she even cares about the taste of hers, given how engrossed in the situation she was. "That's nice."
"It was the exact opposite of nice, though!" The pink mare responded with well acted disgust. "Grits are fine! But oatmeal is blegh to the max!"
Rarity scowled deeper against the hard table. "I know, for a fact, that you said those exact words five times now. In the exact same order."
Pinkie either didn't hear her or decided to ignore her altogether. "So then the guy sighs really loud,like he's annoyed about me complaining about the messed up order. But it was his fault that--well maybe not exactly his-- fault that it wasn't right."
"Right."
"Right! So after that fiasco, I had to hurry home and attend to my collection of--" Rarity looked up to see why her friend had stopped suddenly, and found that she was squinting at a clock on the wall. Then the pink pony looked down at a watch on her ankle. "Aw, poop! Looks like I'll have to go! My watch has been broken this whole time and there's a party planned for--"
Rarity must have shot up from her seat and hauled Pinkie towards the door with brute strength. "Oh, that's just too bad darling! Well, have a good time going to the party now, we'll be right here! Ta Ta! Toodle~Ooo! Bon Voyage!" After tossing her out as gently as one could manage, she trotted back to the table and plopped down. "Ah, yes! Now where were we?"
"A cafe, " He snarked. "Last time I checked."
"Hardy Har Har." Rarity rolled her eyes, trying to determine just what conversation they were having before Pinkie crashed the party.
Chrome faced the slot Pinkie had last been in and sniffed lightly. "What did your friend look like?"
"Hmm?" The mental image of the extremely energetic pony came to mind. "She's...hmm, She's shorter than you by three quarters of a hoof. Her entire coat is bright pink, neon you might say--and she has a cutie make of three balloons. Her eyes are blue, dare I say electric blue...Her mane is...well, eccentric to say the least. Its a poofy, tangled mess of fuscia that resembles cotton candy."
He raised both eyebrows. "She certainly smells like cotton candy."
"It might be a perfume. It goes well with her business. She's the go to party pony in Ponyville. Anything you want, from birthdays to holidays--she can cover it." She thought over the others more and smiled as she remembered their occupations as well. "Come to think of it, my other friends have jobs like that Ponyville. My friend Applejack is one the sole owners of the farmland called Sweet Apple Acres. My pegasus padre Rainbow Dash is a Wonder Bolt and occasional aid to the weather ponies. Fluttershy is an animal care taker with the most lovely assortment of tips if you ever need them. Oh, and there's also Twilight Sparkle, who--"
He blinked. "Twilight Sparkle? As in Twilight Sparkle, Princess of Friendship and headmaster of the School of Friendship?"
Rarity nodded with a fond smile. "Her reputation proceeds her."
"Hmm, I don't buy it. I can believe you being friends with all the other ponies you named, " He shook his head lightly. "But you're stretching things at knowing an actual princess."
She rolled her eyes. "And together, all six of us are probably the most powerful beings in all of Equus."
"Okay, now I know you're pulling my leg."
"You can believe a glowing cutie mark, but not me being a Fashionista, A princess' friend AND a superheroine?"
"Yeah. That's about right."
Rarity could have just left him to believe whatever he wanted to and not cared. Still, part of her wanted to see the smug look on his face when he heard Twilight confirm this for herself. "Alright, Chrome! Finish your meal as soon as possible! And save some room, too."
He furrowed his brow. "Why?"
"Because you are about to eat your words!"