"Oh I'm so nervous!" Trixie looks out her wagon to see ponies waiting for her to start another humble magic show.
"You're going to do just fine." Anon tells her.
"I know, it's just that, I haven't done this in so long. What if I'm rusty?"
"Trixie come on we've talked about this. I told you your tricks are great, you can do this, I believe in you."
Trixie is seen moving around restlessly as she tries to put herself in order. She feels a warm touch come on her back. She looks up to Anon who's smiling with that same warm smile Trixie is always delighted to see. She stares at him with a worried face.
"We still have time before your show is scheduled to start; I've been wanting to give you something for a while."
"Anon, I appreciate the gesture, I really do. But this is no time for gifts."
"Trust me Trixie."
Anon grabs Trixie's hoof and walks her over to the nightstand by her bed. She finds it silly that now he has something to show her, as they've had almost two weeks to share presents.
"A... box?" Trixie asks, confused on why this would be so important.
"Open it."
Trixie levitates the box in front of her as she takes it away from Anon's hands. Anon has a smile on his face still, now seemingly more ecstatic then before.
She opens it slowly, taking the top off and placing it on the floor. A very familiar cloth comes out as Trixie levitates the hat and coat out of the confines of the box. She can't believe her eyes.
"It's... my magician attire.." She stares at the fabric, her mind at a loss of what she's seeing. "The holes they're... gone. It's all brand new.... Anon how-"
He reaches out a hand to show her the childhood drawing of her and her family. She takes it slowly and looks back up at Anon.
"I found it in your closet when I brought you home. I thought it meant a lot to you as you scribbled words on the inside of your hat; seeing how dirty and messed up it was, I decided I'd have it fixed up for you. It suits you, you know."
"Anon I-"
"It's ok Trixie, just put it on."
Trixie slips on the purple coat and the wizard hat that she has dawned on her head. She looks at herself in the mirror, seeing 'The Great and Powerful Trixie' displayed right in front of her eyes once again. But something else is seen in her reflection as well, something that Trixie cares about more then any bits or clothes that Equestria could ever have.
She turns around to look at Anon, she gives him a big hug and rubs her head on his shoulder. Nothing in Trixie's life could ever fill the loneliness inside her heart, nothing, until Anon came to her.