"Do I look ok?"
Pinkie smiles; it's like two suns orbit Equestria.
"You look absolutely, positively great, Caramel! You look like a colt that could take on the meanest dragon!"
The smile is crooked as he plays with his tie. It's a bit fancier than normal. Something more 'him'.
"Do you think the colour works, though?"
She pronks in place a few times, more to calm him than anything else. Forget your first date worries, focus on the clown.
"It's pink, silly! Pink is nice. What kind of pony doesn't like pink?"
"I guess you’re right..."
She stops. No rhythm, no comedy. Just a full-bore cease of movement.
"I can tell you're worried, Carmel, but trust me - you've got this. Any Stallion that stands you up? He's got to speak to Pinkie Pie!"
She means it. He'd cried in her arms on Hearts and Hooves Day. Never again.