//------------------------------// // Silver Belles // Story: That Particular Instance I Performed Metempsychosis As An Equine Named After A Piece Of Silverware // by Yuri Fanatic //------------------------------// The other students were all busy at the front of the class listening to Miss Cheerilee, all of them practicing their writing skills by trying to trace their names on the dotted lines. Dia and I happened to turn in our papers at the exact same time earlier than the rest of the class, surprising the magenta mare before she smiled encouragingly and congratulated us both. Some of the students looked on at us with awe and a few others indifferent to us. Yet Dia still puffed her chest out in pride upon receiving our teacher's praise, only to be shot down with a hiss that came from the back at the classroom. "Eggheads." We both scanned our eyes to the back of the classroom and saw the same orange pegasus with a magenta mane from yesterday. My friend's expression fell when she heard this and something inside me stirred when I saw her ears drooped, her bright smile being shot down in an instant. Irritation was prickling against the skin of my coat. "Miss Cheerilee?" I feigned a smile to get Miss Cheerilee's attention. Her eyes were locked on Scootaloo, just about to give her a quick scolding before pausing and turning to me. "Yes, Silver Spoon?" She answered in the cheerful tone she uses on all her well-behaved students. "Can Diamond Tiara and I go to the back and draw while we wait?" I inquired. "Oh, of course you can Silver Spoon!" Miss Cheerilee smiled at us both, lifting Diamond Tiara's expression. "The blank papers should all be in the top cupboard and the crayons underneath. Just make sure you put them back when you're both finished." "Okay." I chirped before I led Diamond Tiara to the back of the classroom. I passed by Scootaloo with a slight smirk on my lips, her face returning with an annoyed scowl as she rolled her eyes. We were earning a couple of looks from a couple of fillies and colts, but their glances were quickly brought back to Miss Cheerilee as she gathered their attention once more with a bell. "Alright class, ten more minutes until our little assignment is over~" she informed the class. Diamond Tiara and I were now sitting in the back left corner of the classroom at a small wooden roundtable. Used crayons and various origami art were scattered around us as we were idly experimenting with arts and crafts. "Just what is her deal?" Diamond Tiara whispered to me as I folded two halves of a sheet of paper into a paper shuriken. "Hmm?" I inquired, the pink filly glancing back at the orange pegasus. Scootaloo was whispering to Sweetie Belle before pretending to puff her chest out, presumably mimicking Dia from earlier. The light-grey unicorn snickered quietly in response. "Urgh... just ignore them." My face turned into a scowl as I placed a finished paper star in one pile. Diamond Tiara was drawing on one of my stars, coloring it pink with a crayon before spitting it out. To this day, I'm still mildly disgusted that we use our mouths to hold everything. Apparently, ponies have no issues sharing things they held in their mouths. Something to do with our saliva being more sanitary I can only presume. "They're making fun of us Sil." The pink filly says as she grabs a glue stick and pastes a sticky layer on both sides of her paper star. "It's not fair." Her expression fell again. "Of course it isn't, but that shouldn't stop us from having fun. Seriously, just ignore them. They'll get bored of it eventually." I advised, finishing up another paper ninja star and tossing it into the pile. "You sure?" Diamond Tiara raised an eye skeptically, now dabbing her star in sparkly pink glitter. Before I could open my mouth in response, the bell suddenly chimed and everypony stopped moving their pencils. Miss Cheerilee was ringing one of her bells before placing it back on her desk. "Alright class, now could everypony pass their papers to the pony in front of you? Then do it again until the pony at the very front row has all the papers." Papers shifted as the students did as they were told, Miss Cheerilee now collecting the stacks of papers from each desk in the front row. "Very good children, I'm very proud of you all. Now, you're all excused for recess-" The class exploded into discussion and chatter, with a large number of colorful colts and fillies running after the exit. Miss Cheerilee sighed contently as she walked out of the classroom behind all of them with our papers in her saddlebag. Surprising however was the number of children coming straight towards us. "Hey, your name is Diamond Tiara right?" "You can already write your name that fast!?" "What are you making?" The myriad of voices filled the classroom, lots of them leaning against our table mesmerized by our collection of paper origami figures and stars. I instinctively cowered back in my chair at the sudden and excited audience, but Diamond Tiara simply stared at all of them befuddled. "Uh. It's a paper star. Silver Spoon taught-" "That's so cool!" "It's so pretty!" "I didn't know you could use paper like that." "Can you teach us how to make them!?" A part of the class bounced up and down comedically as they surrounded the pink filly. I simply stood at the other side of the table, some part of me surrendering to my inner anxiety of an excitable audience and some other part of me being somewhat offended from being completely ignored. Then out of the corner of my eye, I see Scootaloo standing near the exit with Sweetie Belle next to her, flabbergasted at the scene in front of her. Before Sweetie Belle could comment, the orange pegasus made eye contact with me. Her expression soured in an instant and she ran off through the exit. "Scootaloo!" The light-grey unicorn exclaimed in the background, her gaze glancing back at us momentarily before running after her. "Sil!" My attention was quickly taken away from me as I now saw Diamond Tiara and the rest of the class looking at me with pleading eyes. I sank my flank deeper into my chair as I felt all their eyes on me, my anxiety rising as I shirked. My friend took notice and immediately motioned all of them back as she leaned forwards in her chair. "They want to know how to do more origami." Her eyes sparkled like the rest of them, all waiting in anticipation. "U-Uh... S-Sure..." I timidly replied. By the time recess was done half of the students all made their own paper stars and colored them with whatever crayons Cheerilee had in one of her many cabinets. I'm still repulsed by the fact that they all share the crayons in their mouths with obvious slobber on them. I count my lucky stars that I have my own crayon pack I brought from home. "Hey, can I borrow another pink?" My ears perked behind me. I turned to see Diamond Tiara tilting her head innocently at me. "You already used all the pink already." I stated. "Well can I have the darker pink?" She pointed towards another crayon I had on my desk. "That's magenta." I corrected, hesitating a bit before answering. "And sure I guess. I wasn't going to use it anyways." "Great! Thanks Sil!" Dia chirped before coming in to hug me. My eyes widened as she locked her hooves around my neck, slowly reaching out one of my forelegs to pat her on the back. "Uh, n-no problem Dia." I say, a little taken aback. She then let go and skipped delightedly towards my desk to retrieve her crayon, before returning to her table with a couple other classmates. They were all chatting and getting along fine, most of them chatting with Dia about how pretty her paper stars looked with all that glitter she added. A faint smile curled around my lips as I watch the pink filly overjoyed talking to her new acquaintances. The door suddenly opened to reveal Miss Cheerilee trotting out with some papers in her mouth. "Oh! I didn't expect you kids to all be still in here." She said with full clarity despite the papers in her mouth, before placing it all on her desk. "We were making paper stars Miss Cheerlilee!" One of the colts enthusiastically exclaimed. "Oh, you are?" The older mare approached all of us in interest. "Where did you all learn to make them?" she asked quizzically. All eyes turned to me before Cheerilee took notice. I felt their gazes all prickle on the back of my fur as I sat at my desk. The magenta mare took notice of my multiple crumpled-up pieces of paper lying around due to my failed attempts of trying to figure out how to make a paper crane. "Silver Spoon. You made these?" I turned around to meet Cheerilee's gaze. "Y-Yeah... Sorry for wasting so much paper." "Wasting? Of course not! These paper stars are all wonderful!" Cheerilee praised me with encouragement, reassuring me with a pat on my shoulder. "I've never seen anything like it. Did you come up with all this by yourself?" "It's called origami." I answered, a little unsure of what other explanation I could offer. "And yes? It's just a hobby though." "Well, it's a wonderful hobby to have." She smiled brightly before turning to the rest of the class. "Now class, how about we put all your paper stars up on the walls for everypony to see?" "Cool!" "I want my star up there!" "Mine first!" The class erupted into excitable chatter before Miss Cheerilee ended up calming them all down. Soon enough after we had pinned all our stars up, recess had finished. The chimes of our teacher's bell rung out of the courtyard and the playful cheers of foals all stampeded into adjacent classroom halls. By the time the rest of the students entered through the door, they all froze. Awestruck by the glittering stars hanging from the ceiling and pinned on the walls, they eyed each piece with extreme interest. "Woah..." "What are those?" "I want one!" Miss Cheerilee giggled as all her students walked around her classroom in awe. "Welcome class!" she introduced them all with a warm smile. "What happened here?" One of the colts asked. Many of the other students shared the same confusion. "Well, Silver Spoon was just showing everypony how to make paper stars. I think they help liven up the classroom!" She praised before turning to me. "What do you call it?" I locked with her gaze and she smiled back reassuringly. "It's called Origami. It's nothing really. Anypony can do it." "I wanna learn!" A filly among the group exclaimed before the rest of them erupted into eager cheers. "Me too!" "Me three!" "Me first!" "No me first!" "Now now, we can all learn to make them after lunch." She calmed them all down with a stern and steady voice expected of a school teacher. "Then we can also pin all your stars up on the walls with everypony else. Would anypony be interested?" She smiled encouragingly. "Yeah!" The classroom cheered. The rest of the day went by as normal. Better than I expected actually. It was only our second day and Dia has already made a couple of new friends. Or at least a new sort of social group as I find her often surrounded by other fillies and the occasional colt. I couldn't stand large social groups back in my former life, so I simply sat back at my desk finishing up easy classwork. Everything at school was working out pretty well and I couldn't wait to learn things I didn't know about Equestria prior. Yet, for some reason, I felt like I was forgetting something... Oh well, if I can't remember then it wasn't that important anyways. "I don't get it!" A shout resounded across the dirt streets of Ponyville. The sounds of wheels crunching underneath pebbles and rocks. "Don't get what Scootaloo?" A light-grey filly with a grayish mulberry pale mane with light grayish rose streaks walked by her side. "I don't get why those two are so... popular!" The orange filly exclaimed in frustration. She was riding her scooter at a sluggish pace to match Sweetie Belle's. It was late in the afternoon and they usually went out to hang out somewhere, but this time was different. Scootaloo seemed to be upset about something the unicorn didn't really understand. "I mean, they're rich ponies, right? Who wouldn't want to be friends with them?" Sweetie Belle said, trying to offer a reasonable explanation to get her friend out of her mulling. "If that were the case then you'd have a bunch of our classmates trying to be buddy-buddy with them." The pegasus sighed. "It's just, they're both eggheads! They're the lamest of the lame. They can't be popular!" "Why not?" the light-grey filly asked, tilting her head to the side as they continued walking towards Rarity's Boutique. "Because all they're doing is folding paper!" She waved her arms exaggeratedly. "Like, my scooter tricks are way cooler! They're just a bunch of nerds! They can't be cool!" "Well, I think you're still cool." Sweetie Belle gently smiled. "Yeah, well you're my friend so your opinion doesn't count." Scootaloo waved her foreleg dismissively. She then strolled forward a bit more along with their pace. Her ears perked up hearing no hoofsteps. Turning to see that her friend was a couple of hooves away, the orange filly also heard a small sniff. "Sweetie Belle?" Scootaloo asked cautiously. Sniff. "Well! If my opinion doesn't matter, then maybe I don't want to be your friend!" The unicorn ran off in front of her with tears swelling in her eyes. "Sweetie Belle wait!" Scootaloo shouted, before seeing her one and only friend disappearing in the distance. The orange pegasus wanted to follow her, to stop and apologize, but she knew that this was another one of Sweetie Belle's emotional episodes. "Urgh..." She faceplanted on the handle of her scooter. "Stupid, stupid, stupid!" The sounds of her head impacting her scooter resounded repeatedly in her skull. A small bruise appeared on the center of her forehead as she winced in pain. "Me and my dumb mouth..." Scootaloo regretted saying that to Sweetie Belle, especially since she knew she was sensitive to that kind of stuff. She sighed in exasperation, but she knew she'd be able to apologize early in the morning. For now, she had to get back to her aunts before curfew, and quickly too. Today's weather forecast dictated a serious storm that was supposed to make up for all the time they lost when it was too cold to fly routine weather patterns. From what she's heard, it was going to last the entire night. "Did you see how many friends I made?!" Dia skipped happily alongside me as we walked back towards our estate. "I've made friends with Rumble, Tender Taps, Aquamarine, Boysenberry, First Base, Heidi Hay, Lemon Daze, and Peach Fuzz!" "Yeah... you certainly made quite a few." I say apprehensively to her excitement. "What's wrong?" Dia asked, taking note of my lack of shared enthusiasm. "Ehh... It's just that friend groups aren't really my thing." I answered. It was true, I never really liked large social groups. I only really acquainted myself with a handful of individuals online. I never bothered going out to after-school parties or except for the occasional birthday here and there. Most of the time I sat alone doing my own thing, that said I was never opposed to talking to people, individually. Whenever I do try to be in social circles, I always end up laughing at jokes I do not understand and agreeing to everything people say without much thought. It was mind-numbing loneliness amongst a crowd of strangers. "Having a few friends can't be all that bad." Dia said reassuringly. "I mean, you have me after all." She smiled and nudged me on my shoulder. I stood there frozen to the physical affection I just received. Is this normal for fillies? I asked myself, glancing back at my friend cautiously. I had to assume as such. My male friends never really showed any form of physical affection with one another. Hell, my human family never bothered to either. Only my pony mother ever sometimes displayed warm hugs and the occasional nuzzle. Yet due to her rare appearance at the Silver Estate Manor, I cherished those moments greatly. "Hey, we're still friends right?" I hear Dia asked worriedly in my silence. "Huh?" I snapped out of my trance. "Of course we are. What made you think otherwise?" I voiced my concern, raising both my eyebrows alarmingly. "Well, it's just... You sat alone during recess and lunch." "Well, I like sitting alone." I said a tad too defensively. "I mean, you're welcome to join me if you want. Again, I just don't do well in front of-" "Too many ponies?" Dia finished my sentence. "Y-Yeah." I nodded slowly. She nodded back in understanding. "I see... Well still, having at least one more friend can't be that bad right?" She asked encouragingly. "Yeah... I guess not." I admitted. Eventually, as we continued our walk back home, our ears perked up to some audible sounds of hiccups and sniffing. Dia and I glanced back at each other, sharing the same confusion and concern. I located where the sound was coming from and headed towards there as my friend wordlessly followed behind me. Carefully navigating through the cobblestone road, I find myself parting two bushes to see a light-grey filly crying under a tree. "Sweetie Belle?!" I naturally exclaimed. "H-Huh?" Sniff. "H-How did you find me?" The small unicorn hiccupped, trying desperately to wipe her tears away. I glanced back quickly at Dia standing a couple of hooves away. She was motioning me towards her with her foreleg and an encouraging smile. Nodding I turn back to the filly in front of me. "We heard you crying back here. Are you alright?" I slowly approached. I saw her tense up a bit once I drew near, so I stopped mid-way and planted my haunches on the grass next to her from a comfortable distance. Sniff... "N-No it's nothing. I-I just had a fight with my friend." The filly tried her hardest to wipe more of her muzzle with her foreleg. I reached into my saddlebag and offered a large tissue. She quickly accepted and blew her snout into it. "T-Thanks..." "So... a fight? Well, that happens." I say, unsure of the right words to properly console her. My attention was split between trying to find said words and hypothesizing how many tears can this small filly secrete out of her eyes. "N-No, it wasn't just that." She held her hindlegs folded in front of her. "I said something horrible. I-I said I didn't want to be friends with her anymore!" Then she started bawling before crying into my hoofkerchief. I cautiously edged my haunches over, trying to reach a foreleg over her shoulder before ultimately deciding against it. "Well, you didn't mean it right?" "N-No..." Sniff. "Then you can apologize later. If you two were truly friends then no fight, no matter how bad, can bring you apart." I say offering a faint smile. "Y-You think so?" Sweetie Belle glanced back towards me with her wet-reddish eyes. "To be completely frank, I don't know how long you were friends with this pony so I can't say for sure." I shrugged nonchalantly. Sniff. "Me and Scootaloo have been friends only for a week." she answered. "Oh, fu-uuuudddggggeeee." I caught myself in the middle of my cursing. The filly eyed me questionably as I bowdlerize myself. "Aw geez, sorry about that..." I rubbed the back of my neck. "Sorry, I'm really bad at this sort of thing..." After one short sniffle into my hoofkerchief, she gave a small laugh with tears still in her eyes. "N-No it's fine. I'm actually glad that somepony found me." Sniff. Sweetie Belle gave one final blow into my napkin before attempting to return it to me. I impulsively retreated back a few steps. "Oh no, you can keep that." My eyes leered at the snot-filled napkin as it dripped slightly off her hoof. "Are you sure? It looks pretty expensive." The small unicorn looks puzzled at me. "No no, it's fine honestly. I have like dozens of them. Keep it, I insist." I say feigning the best smile I could muster. "Well, thanks." She smiled lightly. "Your name is Silver Spoon right?" "Yup... that's me." I laughed nervously. Our conversation ended abruptly there as we both didn't really know what else to say. We both timidly glanced at each other, before rapidly looking away. The awkwardness of it all really settled in by the time I looked over to my side to see Diamond Tiara hiding in the bushes. I mouthed my lips silently to her. What the heck do I do now? Make friends with her. She mouthed back conspicuously, still holding two branches together to hide her very visible pink muzzle. I stare back momentarily before turning around to face Sweetie Belle, still completely unsure of what to make of all this. "Um, hey." "Hey." The light-grey filly responded meekly without making any eye contact. She no longer was sniffing or having hiccups interrupt her speech, which was a small relief. "I-If it's alright with you, I'll be your friend." I offered. "You will?" She asked wide-eyed in bewilderment, now actually facing me. "Y-Yeah, if it isn't too much trouble." "It's not!" Sweetie Belle jumped out from her haunches and into the air before landing in front of me. "I have a new friend! I have a new friend!" She excitedly exclaimed. Naturally, I was also off my haunches and stepped back a few steps in fear that the filly might land on top of me. "Y-Yeah." "Oh! What do you want to do first? Oh, we can use Rarity's makeup, we can play dress up, we can play with my dolls, oh you can teach me how to do more of that paper folding-" My new friend blurted out all sorts of activities she could come up from the top of her head while jumping up and down. What the fuck? Is she bipolar? Wait, no she's Rarity's sister of course she is. I quickly put an end to it by shoving my hoof in her mouth, ending the onslaught of high-pitched excitement. "First, we need to get you back to your sister's place. It's getting pretty late you know." Sweetie Belle looked up at the sky to see the brightly lit orange sky was turning dimmer with dark clouds overhead by the second. I release my grip on her mouth and she calmed down and nodded in understanding. "Yeah I should probably get back or Rarity won't let me hear the end of it." She sighs, before pointing towards the bushes next to me. "By the way, when is your friend going to introduce herself?" "Aw shoot! She can see me?" Dia said disappointedly, coming out of the bushes with a couple of leaves in her mane. "Yeah... It was pretty obvious." Sweetie Belle deadpanned. "I really thought I was hidden..." The pink filly shook off the random brambles out. "Your pink coat gave it away." The unicorn explained. "Why were you hiding anyways?" "I wanted to see if Silver Spoon can make a new friend for herself." Dia answered a matter of factly. "I can make friends! I just choose not to." I crossed my forelegs in mock offense, turning up my muzzle as I huffed. Sweetie Belle giggled at my display before lending a hoof out to Dia. "Well, it's nice meeting you, uh-" "Diamond Tiara," she answered and shook hooves, "you can call me Dia." "Dia?" The unicorn tilts her head questionably. "It's a nickname Sil gave me." The pink filly explained. "And I nicknamed her Sil." She pointed back at me. "Oh! We should give you one too!" Dia excitedly clasped her hooves. "Urgh, as long as it isn't 'Sweetie'. Only my parents and even my older sister calls me that." She irked in disgust. "Alright, Sweet-Pea." I say with a slight smirk. "Ew, that's even worse!" Sweetie Belle stuck her tongue out. "My daddy sometimes calls me that." Dia giggled, receiving a weird look from the unicorn in return. "Okaaay, then how about Sweetie-B?" I offered. "Ehh....." Both Dia and Sweetie Belle responded disapprovingly. "Okay fine, how about Marshmallow?" I say blankly. "Wha҉t!?" The small unicorn shouted in a pitch high enough to cause permanent hearing damage. Yet despite that, Dia burst into laughter before falling on the grass, rolling and trying to hold her belly. "Hahahaha!!! Marshmallow! That's perfect!" "Why name me after a food!?" the marshmallow eyed us both questionably. "I mean you do look the part." I say a matter of factly, before eyeing her mischievously. "Now to see if you taste the part..." I bared my teeth in a wicked smile. "You wouldn't dare." The marshmallow stared me down nervously. "You're right," I stepped forth intimidatingly, "I prefer mine roasted." My smile turned into a wide malicious grin. Sweetie Belle instinctively took a couple of hoofsteps back, right into Diamond Tiara. "Well I like marshmallows when they're soft and fluffy!" Dia wrapped her forelegs around Sweetie Belle's waist, defiantly staring down at me and locking me at a distance between me and them. "...I'm starting to regret accepting your hooves of friendship." The marshmallow said dryly. "Okay, okay, we'll stop." I waved a hoof over at Dia, signaling her to let go of her. Sweetie Belle sighed a breath of relief afterwards, getting back up with a glint of amusement in her eyes. "Both of you are so weird." "I'm not the weird one, Sil is!" The pink filly pointed to me in mock defense. "Guilty as charged." I proudly admit with a smug expression plastered on my face. "Urgh, see what I mean?" The unicorn groaned. "How long have you both been friends anyways?" "Since yesterday." Dia answered. "Yeah." I confirmed. "Wha҉t!? No way! You both are acting like you've been best friends since forever!" Dia and I simply shrugged. "We just get along well that's all." I answered. "Really?" Sweetie Belle stared in astonishment, before lowering her head in disappointment. "I wish I had a friend like that..." But before she could get really moody, Dia wrapped her foreleg around her neck to cheer her up. "Hey don't worry about it! Just stick with us Sweetie Belle and you'll get along just fine!" The marshmallow looked back up at the pink filly with a hopeful gaze. "Well, I sure hope so." "Alright, well we better get going." I say dismissively. "Where do you live Sweetie Belle? We both can walk you there." "Oh, my big sister's boutique is actually a few blocks from here." The unicorn trotted ahead of us. I turned back to Diamond Tiara and saw that she was staring back at me with sparkly eyes. "What?" I asked quizzically. "Nothing~" She trotted along after Sweetie Belle. My confusion caused me to stand still, my eyes narrowed in skepticism before my puzzlement eventually subsided. With a resounding sigh, I gave up and ran after them. "Hey wait up!" We have to walk across a good amount of the town to reach Rarity’s boutique. I stare at the round building as we approach it, both familiar and unknown. As the name suggests, Carousel Boutique bears a resemblance to a carousel or merry-go-round from the outside, having a largely cylindrical building shape with decorative pillars and pony sculptures lining the lower and upper exterior. My mind screams with the impracticality of such a structure, but also at the same time admiring the builder's handiwork. Hoofiwork? It looms high over both of us darkly, as we approach the front door. There Sweetie Belle knocked on the front door. "Rarity, I'm back!" The door unlocks with a satisfying click, and another swift motion reveals a room flooding with cheery brightness that makes me squint and lift a hoof to shade my eyes. "Oh, you're home a little late today, Sweetie," she said in a concerned, yet motherly tone that reminded me much of my own mother. "And you're not alone," she added, casting an appraising glance at Dia and me, who blushed faintly at the realization that we had not been expected. "Yeah!" Sweetie Belle said, trying to hide her excitement. "Rarity, this is Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon. They're my new friends!" she chirped in absolute glee. My eyes slowly adjusted to the light and I saw her. Now Rarity, she did more than just give her coat and mane some attention. Compared to my mother she seemed to shimmer with fabulousness…or maybe it was just the tiny bit of glitter in her makeup. Magic Star made sure that her looks were always on point for her performances, but Rarity... she obviously had put in some monumental effort to curl her mane and tail so perfectly there wasn’t a hair out of place, while her horn ended in a sharpened point. "Hi, I'm Diamond Tiara!" The pink filly chirped along with Sweetie Belle as they both entered the carousel. Snapping out of my stupor, I followed and I quickly offered my name. "Uh, oh and I am Silver Spoon." I reached my hoof out. Closing the door behind us with magic, Rarity accepted my hoof and shook it with a warm smile. "Well, it's a pleasure to meet you both. I'm Rarity, Sweetie Belle's older sister." "Yeah, she told us as much." I nudged Sweetie Belle from her other side with a smirk. Rarity's smile widened, revealing an even row of brilliant white teeth. "Well, don't believe everything you hear. I promise I'm not quite the cruel disciplinarian I'm sure she's told you I am." Rarity says gently before using her magic to lift Sweetie Belle's saddlebag off of her. Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes, but Diamond Tiara said, "No, she didn't say anything like that." "Really?" Rarity said, glancing at Sweetie Belle, who shrugged. "Well, it was nice to meet you both, Silver Spoon and Diamond Tiara. I'm sure you three have a lot to chat about, so I'll get out of your mane. Sweetie Belle, supper is at seven so if your friends are going to stay and eat with us, please let me know before six, so I can plan accordingly." "Oh!" My eyes widened. "We aren't staying. We're just walking her home so she doesn't get lost." "Hey! I can walk back home just fine-" Rarity swiftly shoved her hoof in her sister's mouth. "Now how kind of you both to do that. She has been getting rather tardy as of late. No thanks to that Scootaloo I would assume." She added rather dryly. Sweetie Belle appeared to look downtrodden after that comment, slowly looking depressingly downwards. "Well, we wouldn't want to overstay our welcome right Diamond Tiara?" I addressed my friend with her full name. "Oh! Uh, right. We should get back going to our own homes." The pink filly backed me up. "Well, be sure to visit sometime! Any friend of Sweetie Belle is a friend of mine." Rarity smiled. "Will do," I say turning around towards the exit. The moment both Dia and I left the boutique and closed the door behind us, a loud thunderous crackle shook the air and a downpour of water started to rain down on Rarity's roof. Moments later both Dia and I walked back into the Carousel Boutique completely drenched in water. Our manes flopping on downwards as our coats dripped water onto the purple floral floor. ".....Um, maybe we'll take that offer for supper." I meekly replied.