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// Never Ask Rarity If Your Santa Suit Looks Alright 
// Story: Tales of Interest! 
// by Pascoite 
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“Never wear white after Labor Day?” Twilight asked. “An odd rule.”

“Gonna be tough convincing her,” Spike murmured, pointing at Rarity.

“Give it!” Rarity missed at grabbing Twilight’s Santa Hooves hat.

“You stop that! It’s for the foals!”

Up the street, Santa’s throne awaited with a long line. “Should get going, too,” Spike said.

“Never!” Rarity retorted.

“Gonna have a riot soon,” Spike observed.

“Let me have that!” Rarity magicked away Twilight’s hat and robe.

“You can’t take white from Hearth’s Warming!”

Down from her gem box, Rarity levitated a ruby.

“‘Never’ can be… manipulated,” she said, holding it out to him.

“Gonna… give me that?” At Rarity’s nod, he ate it.

“Run!” Twilight shouted.

Around a half-second later, a flame-ridden belch erupted.

And Rarity floated the white trim close until slightly charred.

Desert sand was all that remained of the robe’s glass buttons.

“You are welcome,” Rarity said. “Off-white.”