"Oh, my." Rarity tried to say more, but no more words would come. Her jaw dropped further and further as she stared at the sandy fragments littering her boutique. She began to turn even paler than usual. "Oh... my," she repeated.
"Rarity, I can explain!" Spike yelled. He stood up from the pile of what had once been immaculately cut jungle emeralds, more crystalline crumbs spilling from his lips. There was a long pause. He sighed. "Okay, I can't."