“Come on, Rarity! I said sorry! You gotta forgive me!”
Rarity turned to her with a glare. “Oh no. I’m afraid it’s not going to be that simple - If my dresses are so hideous…”
“That’s not what I meant! I like the dress, okay?”
Rarity’s lips curled up into a terrifying grin, fabric and needle floating up to hover ominously behind her.
“Oh no.” The unicorn said, almost giggling with delight. “I’m afraid words aren’t enough, this time. If you want to make it up to me, you’re going to model every last dress.”
Rainbow Dash could only nod.