//------------------------------// // Chapter 2 // Story: After a Fashion // by DarkPhoenix //------------------------------// Chapter 2: Arrival Fancy Pants stepped onto the Ponyville train station platform. Several bags were levitating behind him, though he paid them little mind. Instead, he moved through the small crowd of traveling ponies towards the exit, towards the town proper. His eyes scanned everything as he walked. He’d never been to Ponyville before, so it was truly interesting to see it for real and not just a picture. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the street. For a smaller town, there were a few ponies milling about, though unlike Canterlot most all of them were not wearing clothes. The buildings were simple in design, mostly thatched roof, wood walls and doors with painted simple colors. Though there was one building that looked quite different, like a gingerbread house come to life. If memory served from Rarity’s letters, that would be Sugarcube Corner, where her friend Pinkie Pie worked. Glancing around some more, he saw several other things he recognized either through the letters, or his own research into business ventures. Yet despite his knowledge, he was forced to accept a conclusion: he had no idea where to go. Carousel Boutique existed, but from where he was, he couldn’t see it. As much as he hated the idea, he had to ask somepony for directions. Looking around, he spotted a grey pegasus mare coming down the street towards him. Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be humming to herself. Fancy waited until she was closer, before clearing his throat. “Excuse me.” She stopped, her eyes opening as she looked around. After a moment, her slightly lopsided gaze fell upon his shoulder and she smiled. “Yes? Can I help you?” It was unnerving, her gaze. Despite her facing him directly, she seemed to be looking not at his face, but past it, off over his shoulder somewhere. Combined with her smile, it sent a shudder up his spine. Maybe asking her for directions wasn’t the best idea. Checking around, he couldn’t see anypony else nearby. It was either ask the mare, or wander around lost until he found another pony, or stumbled across the Boutique by chance. He chose the lesser of the two evils. “I hope you can,” he replied. “I’m trying to find Carousel Boutique.” He hoped he didn’t have to explain further, as he wasn’t sure how he could other than to start describing what the building looked like. Surely this pony would know where the shop is just by its name. Her face scrunched up, her tongue poking out slightly as she thought. For a solid few moments, she didn’t move a muscle. Fancy was afraid she was going to hurt herself and was about to withdraw his question, when she spoke up. “You want to go down this street here,” she pointed with her hoof behind Fancy. “Take the second left past Sugarcube Corner, then the first right after that. Carousel Boutique is down at the end of the lane.” The smile returned to her face. Those were remarkably detailed directions, far more than he expected from the mare with a bubble cutie mark. Of course, that was assuming they were correct. She could’ve just told him anything. “Thank you,” he said. “You’re welcome! Is there anything else?” He shook his head. “No.” “Okay. Have a great stay in Ponyville!” With a flap of her wings, she hopped forward a short distance, then resumed her walk, once more humming to herself. Watching her walk away, Fancy shook his head. She must have noticed the pile of luggage behind him, not that it was being hidden in any way. A pony wandering around carrying suitcases was probably not a usual sight in Ponyville. Yet another reason he felt like getting off the street as quickly as possible. One of the reasons he was here was to lay low, and drawing attention to himself was the exact opposite of that. Sighing, he turned around and followed the mare. Hopefully she actually gave him good directions. He didn’t want to be lost in such a small town. The streets were emptying out, most ponies inside eating dinner. Just the thought of food made his stomach rumble. He’d been so excited this morning that he barely ate anything, and the food on the train looked... less than pleasant. Rarity should have gotten his letter, he’d certainly paid well enough for that, so with luck she would have dinner ready by the time he got there. Following the mare’s directions, he was genuinely surprised to see the familiar building at the end of the lane. So she had given him good directions after all. Carousel Boutique stood out from the buildings around it through sheer architecture. Even if he didn’t know what the building was called, he could probably guess. Somehow, it should seem garish, but it actually worked. The colors didn’t clash and everything flowed well. He’d have to ask Rarity if she had built it, bought it, or upgraded an existing building. The door was shut and the sign in the front window said ‘CLOSED,’ but the lights were on inside. However, that didn’t stop him from knocking on the door, three simple knocks. Dropping his hoof back to the ground, he waited. Ears perked, he listened for any sound of movement inside. This was it, this was the moment when he would get to meet her. And see Rarity again, of course. A slight commotion came from inside. The sound of somepony being a bit too hasty in what they were doing. The sound of hoofsteps slipped under the door, reaching his ears. Somepony was coming to the door. The door opened to reveal Rarity standing there. As always, she looked immaculate. Her mane was perfectly styled and not a hair seemed out of place. The usual shade of eyeshadow was, as always, there. Yet, it was understated, drawing attention to the eye. Seeing her again after so long apart, reminded him of why he’d fallen for her in the first place. But no matter how much he may want her, she was no longer available. Instead, he was simply right back to where he’d been all along: watching her from afar. Which begged the question, why was he here? Rarity wasn’t and could never be his. Had he come all this way on a fool’s errand? No. No he hadn’t. He was here to have his Rarity, after a fashion. “Oh, Fancy Pants,” she said. “Please, come inside.” She stepped aside, ushering him into her store and home. With a quick burst of her azure magic, she shut the door behind him. Fancy had heard many things about this store, both from Rarity’s letters, and during the course of business. Even if she didn’t quite know it, Rarity’s name was brought up at times in Canterlot. Ponies there were starting to take notice of her and her designs. At first glance, it looked much like any other fashion store. The inside was decorated in soft purples, mixed with reds and golds. Ponyquines lined the walls, displaying the latest fashions and trends. Off to one side, there was a raised platform with a tri-fold mirror, allowing for a customer to see themselves in an outfit, or for Rarity to take measurements for a custom order. The whole store was clean, not a scrap of fabric on the floor. She must have a workshop room somewhere. “Please, follow me,” Rarity said, interrupting his musings over her shop. “You can set your bags down here.” Floating the bags to the indicated spot, he set them down, forming a nice, neat pile. He followed her as she led him across the shop and through another door. Within moments, he was seated at a table in the kitchen. “May I get you anything? Some tea, coffee, water?” Fancy spoke for the first time since arriving. “Tea would be wonderful, thank you.” She nodded, turning to the counter. Using her magic, she filled a kettle with water and set it on the stove to heat up. While she did so, she spoke. “I must say, it’s good to see you again. I only wish it were under better circumstances. When I read about you and Fleur, I could scarcely believe it. The two of you seemed like such a perfect couple.” She seemed to realize what she was saying, as she stopped. The kettle was on the stove, so she came up to the table. “I’m sorry. Everything must still be so fresh for you and here I am, rattling on about it.” He couldn’t help it, the way she was looking up at him, he chuckled. “My dear Rarity. I’ve always admired the fact that you speak your mind, regardless of the situation. Fleur and I had been having trouble for a long time prior to the breakup.” Without any warning, she reached out and and pulled him tight against her. For a frail looking thing, she was surprisingly strong. To be enfolded into her hooves, her pleasant scent washing over him, her soft coat pressed against his, how many nights had he fallen asleep imagining this very thing? There was no thinking about it, he gave in immediately to the embrace. His own hooves wrapped around her neck, drawing them just that little bit closer. Her cheek was pressed against his chest, her breaths ruffling his coat, tickling him ever so slightly. His own head he rested on hers, being careful to not mess up her mane. They stayed connected for a while. He most certainly wasn’t going to complain. His dreams, his thoughts, had been filled, consumed with being here, in this exact spot. Now that he had it, he wasn’t going to let it go. Her touch was so soft, yet her presence so reassuring. She was what he wanted, what he needed. No more would he have to imagine or wonder what this would be like. Now he could simply remember. She shifted, indicating her desire to pull apart. Reluctantly, he allowed her to leave. Sitting on the floor, she looked up at him. “As I said, you are more than welcome here.” The kettle on the stove let out a shrill whistle. Even as she moved to take care of it, she continued speaking. “I do admit, when I extended the invitation I didn’t expect such an immediate response.” “The timing was right,” he said. “I’ve been sorely needing a vacation since even before the problems between Fleur and I. I hope I didn’t cause you too much strain?” “Oh, no!” The way in which she shook her head, and agreed too quickly, meant she was lying. But he was willing to let it slide. After all, she was doing him a bigger favor than she’d ever know. He could let a transgression such as a small lie pass. “I’m glad. Though if I may be blunt, I’ve been traveling all day and am quite famished. You wouldn’t happen to have anything to eat, would you?” With two cups of steaming tea in her magical grasp, Rarity approached the table once more. She set the cups down, taking a seat across the table from him. “Well, my sister, Sweetie Belle, I’ve mentioned her to you before, yes?” At his nod, she continued. “She’s out with her friends right now, though she’ll be back later. I was just going to go out to eat tonight. I’m afraid that even after your letter I simply haven’t had the time to prepare anything. I hope you don’t mind.” He couldn’t help the brief disappointment he felt at the mention of Sweetie Belle not being here. She was the reason he had come all this way. But, Rarity did say that she would be along later. All he had to do was wait, which is certainly something he had expected to be doing a lot of in the near future. “No, I don’t mind at all. Where do you suggest we eat?” She favored him with a smile. Her smile still sent shivers up his spine. It was so perfect, so lovely. Everything about it complimented her natural grace and beauty. And unlike those ponies up in Canterlot who practiced and forced their smiles, hers spoke of simply being hers. “I took the liberty of placing an order with a restaurant already. I ordered enough for both you and I. It should be here soon.” Taking a sip of his tea, he nodded. “Sounds delightful.” The tea was good. It was something sweet, with a hint of spice to it. He’d have to ask her what it was. “I do apologize for not meeting you at the station. I simply lost track of time.” She sipped her own tea; a simple lifting motion, ending with it being gently placed on the table. The entire process happened in silence, an ability most ponies he knew would love to have. “It’s alright. I was able to find this place easily enough. There was one mare was kind enough to give me directions.” She perked up. “Oh? What did she look like?” A hoof to his chin, he thought. “She was a grey pegasus with bubbles for a cutie mark. I do believe I never got her name.” Rarity giggled. “You certainly picked the right pony to ask. That’s Ditzy, our resident mailmare. She knows where everypony in Ponyville lives.” That simple-minded pony was a mailmare? The thought surprised him. He’d just brushed her off as being odd, somepony the town tolerated. Certainly Canterlot had its share of ponies like her, though they were mostly kept hidden inside. Perhaps there was more to Derpy than he first thought, if she was in fact a competent mailmare. Unless she wasn’t and was simply given the job as placation by the town. They sat and chatted for a bit, sipping their tea. Most of the conversation was geared toward how their respective businesses were doing. Rarity told him how some of her designs had recently been picked up in other markets, including Manehatten. He congratulated her. Breaking into the market of a large city like that is no easy feat. She had her hoof in the door, all she needed to do was muscle her way in. She asked how his business was going, and he admitted that with all the rumors flying around, he expected sales to take a dive for a few weeks. Prior to that, it had been steadily growing, so a small dip was something he could easily weather. “And what about now?” she asked. “I can’t imagine you’ve had time to really prepare your business before leaving here.” She glanced over towards where his bags lay in the other room. “Surely you didn’t bring any work with you?” “No, I did not. I left a very detailed letter for my assistant, Quick Time. She’s been invaluable to me in the past. I’m sure she can handle things for as long as I’m away.” There was a knock on the door, interrupting whatever Rarity was about to say. With an apologetic glance, she went and answered the door, leaving him alone in her kitchen. He sipped his tea, waiting for her return. She reappeared, two bags hovering beside her. She set one down in front of him, placing the other in front of herself as she sat down on the chair. “I wasn’t entirely sure what you wanted, or liked, so I just got a simple salad.” He pulled the container out of the bag, revealing a wonderful looking bed of greens with some mixed vegetables. “It looks delicious,” he assured her. With the aid of a fork provided by her, he ate what was truly a great salad. The greens were fresh and dressed perfectly, just perfectly.. The vegetables were crisp and flavorful, far different from the produce available in Canterlot. There were a few advantages to living in a small community like this, and fresh food was one of them. Little was said over dinner, instead they concentrated on eating. Fancy did take a moment to compliment the ingredients, as well as the pony who put them together. Normally that would be a simple platitude, something to appease the ego of whoever was working at the restaurant. This time, however, he meant it. With the meal cleaned up and put away, they retired to a small sitting room just off the main store. It was interesting to see such a fusion of home and business. In Canterlot, ponies would often live above their shops, but there was a clear distinction between them. Here, the lines were blurred as to what was the shop and what was her home. He could easily imagine customers sitting in here, waiting on their orders to be completed, or Rarity lounging on the couch after a hard day’s work. They sat on the couch, keeping a respectable distance between them. Rarity was the one who spoke first. “I don’t mean to be rude, but how long are you planning on staying? Not that you aren’t welcome or anythingl, just that I need to plan and prepare.” That was a good question. How long was he planning on staying? He’d been so overcome with the idea of simply getting out here that he’d spared nary a thought for anything after that. He had packed for an extended stay, just in case. What were his goals in coming here? Obviously he had his long-term goal involving Sweetie Belle, but to expect something like that to happen in a single stay was unwise. In the short-term, he needed a goal, something to strive for and an excuse to be here. “Well, I hadn’t really thought about it,” he admitted. “Your invitation simply seemed too good to pass up.” He thought for a moment. “I suppose a week or so. Give the rumor mill time to latch on to something else.” She brightened up. “Excellent! That’s wonderful. Oh I do so hope you’ll enjoy your stay here in Ponyville. And don’t be afraid to get out on the town. I doubt many ponies here will recognize you, and even if they do, they know how to keep a secret.” She placed a hoof on her own chest. “After all, my friends and I are something of celebrities ourselves, yet we lead fairly normal lives here.” “Thank you for your kind offer to share in your home.” “Think nothing of it. It’s the least I could do for a friend in dire straits.” Friend. How he loathed that word in these circumstances. Usually hearing it said with such meaning behind it would be refreshing. But here, it was disheartening. Seeing her, hearing her musical voice, feeling her touch again only brought back all of his longing for her a thousand-fold. He wanted to move close to her, wrap his hooves around her and draw her into him. He wanted to claim her lips with his, to tell her how much he wanted her. Instead, he took another sip of his tea, which had been refilled after dinner. “So, has anything exciting happened around here recently?” “Well, it wasn’t around here per say, but my friends and I did recently go to Dodge Junction to track down a rather stubborn pony.” She launched into the tale, about going to find their friend, then trying to convince her to come home. When she got to the chase across the desert, Fancy couldn’t help himself. He laughed. “It’s not funny!” she protested. “There was dust everywhere and the others just left me behind. I had to suffer through a hoofcart ride with Pinkie Pie debating on chimmicherry or cherrychanga the entire way.” That only made him laugh harder, doubling over. Thankfully, he had placed his teacup safely on the table before it was in danger of spilling. His cheeks turned red and he had trouble getting a breath. “I’m sorry,” he managed to wheeze out between laughing fits. She tried to look miffed, but it was ruined by the large smile on her muzzle. Soon she herself was sharing a giggle with him. “I suppose it is funny, looking back. Though Rainbow may not think so, not when she had to pay me back for ditching me.” Fancy raised an eyebrow. “Oh? And what did you make her do?” Her smile turned slightly evil. “Let’s just say that my ponyquines got to take a break for a while.” “Hmm, you made her wear outfits?” She nodded. “And show them off to potential customers. She hates dresses and frilly things.” “Well she did leave you stranded in the desert, amongst all the dust and heat, so I imagine that couldn’t have been pleasant. It’s all fair that you put her through something she doesn’t like in return.” “Well, I may have taken it a bit too far, but we did smooth things over.” “That’s—” He was interrupted by the sound of the front door violently swinging open and colliding with the wall. “Rarity,” a voice squeaked out. “I’m home!” Rarity sighed. “And that would be Sweetie Belle. Would you like to meet her now?” He froze. Now that the opportunity to meet the one he had come all this way for was here, he wasn’t sure what to do. So far he’d only ever seen pictures of her, and now he had heard her voice. It wasn’t as musical as Rarity’s. In fact, just those three words were rather... grating. Did he want to meet her? What if she wasn’t what he was expecting? Throughout last night he had built up this image of her in his mind. Would meeting her shatter that image? In business, he’d never been one to think about things for too long. Doing so could cause you to lose out on many opportunities. It was a risky way of doing things, but it had paid out for him so far. Perhaps it was time to approach this similar to that. He should just jump in hooves first and worry about swimming later. “Of course. I’d love to meet her.” He got off the couch, following the unicorn out into the main room. The door was still open, spilling the overhead light out into the nighttime streets of Ponyville. Currently occupied with removing a pair of saddlebags, struggling with one of the straps, was Sweetie Belle. She looked just like the pictures of her, which made sense. Her coat was a similar shade of white as Rarity’s. Her mane was styled in curls, just like Rarity. Though unlike her older sister, Sweetie’s mane had two colors in it. From where he stood, he could see her eyes, scrunched though they were in fighting with the strap of her saddlebag. They were a lovely green color. Finally she managed to undo the strap and get the bags off. It was only then did she notice she had an audience. “Hi Rarity!” she said. She hopped over to them, exuberance evident in her every step. Without pausing, she hugged Rarity, who patted her head with a hoof. When she pulled out of the hug, she turned to regard Fancy. “Who’s this?” He hadn’t been wrong, her voice was an odd mixture of squeaks and normalcy. It was like she was breaking her voice. An analogy that worked, given her apparent age. “This is Fancy Pants. He’s visiting from Canterlot and will be staying with us for a bit.” Fancy nodded at the introduction. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He held out a hoof. This would be a good, simple test to see what all she knew. Sweetie reached out and took his hoof in hers, giving it a gentle shake. “I’m Sweetie Belle. It’s a pleasure to meet you, too.” She sounded like she was reciting that from memory, but she at least knew of what was proper and expected in this situation. That’s good. It meant he wouldn’t be starting entirely from scratch. From the look on Rarity’s face, she was alternating between proud of her sister, and shocked that she’d gotten it right. Fancy could only assume that she’d been coaching Sweetie. “I like your monocle,” Sweetie said. “Why, thank you.” In truth, he only wore it because it was part of his image. It was irritating and messed with his vision, even though the lens in it did absolutely nothing. He loved to take the thing off whenever he could. Perhaps since he was here in Ponyville incognito he could get away with not wearing it. In fact, it may be best if he did away with wearing his usual attire entirely. Nopony around here wore clothes, so if he wanted to blend in, he’d best join them. Thinking about it as tailoring his business to the local market helped. That and the idea of being free in such a way intrigued him. “I don’t even have to ask if you’ve eaten, Sweetie.” The filly nodded. “Uh huh! We had apple pie and apple cobbler and apple tarts and—” “Yes, yes. I’m sure it was all delicious.” She scooted Sweetie across the carpet with her magic. “Now run along upstairs and get ready for bed.” “Aw, but Rarity! I’m not even tired.” Fancy had to admit that the filly could pull off quite the pout. Her muzzle turned downwards, a shimmer coming to her eye. It was adorable, and a potent weapon in the arsenal of any lady. Unfortunately, Rarity seemed immune to its effects. “No buts. Now go on.” Still protesting, Sweetie stood up and walked up the stairs. Fancy watched her walk, trying to gauge her movement. She was uncoordinated, almost like she lacked proper control of her limbs. Not very surprising at her age. A closer inspection and he was able to pick up a hint of natural grace underneath it. With just a little bit of training, she had the potential to become almost as natural as her sister. Sweetie vanished up the stairs, her white rump and dual-colored tail leaving his sight last. He continued to stare at where she’d been, replaying the last few moments in his mind, analyzing them for anything he could find. “Oh, how rude of me,” Rarity’s voice interrupted his thoughts. “You must be exhausted after a day of travel. I’ll show you to your room.” She picked up his bags with her magic, starting up the stairs. “Oh, please, allow me,” he said. “A lady shouldn’t be carrying the bags of a gentlestallion.” “But as the hostess, I must take care of my guest,” she countered, never even slowing down. There would be no sense in arguing with her. She had her mind made up and was quite stubborn. Instead all he could do was follow her up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, there was a hallway with several doors leading off of it, three on one side and two on the other. Rarity led him down the hall, pointing out doors as she went. “On the right we have my workshop, then my bedroom. On the other side is Sweetie’s room, the bathroom, and the guest room, which is now your room.” Opening the door to the guest room, she led him inside. It was a simple room. A bed was against the wall by the door. A single nightstand stood next to it, a lamp perched on it. Across from the bed, and under a window, was a chest of drawers. A standing mirror stood next to another door which he could only assume was a closet. Other than that, there was only a single chair sitting in the corner. “I’m afraid it’s not much, but I very rarely have guests.” “It’s wonderful, Rarity.” He sat on the bed, testing its softness. Despite the bare bones look, it was surprisingly comfortable. “Thank you, again, for opening your home to me.” She blushed. “Oh think nothing of it.” She came forward and gave him another, brief hug. “As I said, you’re a friend, so if I can help you in any way, I will.” He wondered just how far that ‘any way’ stretched. Thoughts flitted through his mind about all the things he could ask of her to test that. How many of them would she consent to? How many would end with her slapping him across the muzzle? Just the ideas was enough to make him smile. She must have misinterpreted his smile. “I’m glad that makes you happy. Things have been rough for you lately. But hopefully some time off in Ponyville can help get your mind off those awful things.” She set his bags down on the floor. “I don’t know what your usual nightly routine is, but Sweetie should be out of the bathroom soon. Feel free to use it after that.” She turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway. “Oh, and don’t worry about being up in time for breakfast. Sleep as late as you like.” Still facing him, she backed out of the room. “Goodnight, Fancy.” “Goodnight, Rarity.” She gave him one last smile, before turning and leaving. The door still stood open, she obviously expected that he would want to use the bathroom at some point. Which was smart, as he did. In fact, he’d had to use the bathroom for a while now. Glancing at his bags, he opted to take care of them later. And if he decided to not use the clothes in there, then he packed them all for nothing.  He stuck his head out into the hallway, seeing it empty. The door to Rarity’s room was cracked and a soft light spilled out. Moving so that he was standing in front of the bathroom door, he leaned against it, trying to listen inside. Faintly, the sound of running water could be heard. Whether it was the sink or the shower, he didn’t know. He closed his eyes, imagining her in the shower, the water running down her mane, those curls straightening out. He could picture the look she would give him upon his entry into the room, or when she caught him staring. Her eyes would go wide with shock at first, but soon they’d lower into that half-lidded state. The corners of her mouth would turn up slightly, her head bent down. She would beckon him forward, to join her. And he would do so, happily. They’d embrace under the water, lips meeting. Hot breaths flow across each other, panting, gasping. Hooves would explore. He’d feel her mane, her withers, her barrel, all the way down to her flank and what lay just beyond. She’d moan his name, call it out. The shower would echo with their passion. He’d claim her. He’d make her his and his alone.  She’d love it. She’d love him. His musings and imagination came to an abrupt halt when the bathroom door opened. He was still leaning against it, so he fell inwards, landing at the hooves of Sweetie Belle. The filly’s mane was wet, clinging down to her face. Her green eyes stared down at him in confusion. “Mr. Fancy? What are you doing?” He scrambled back up onto his hooves. “I was, um... I was checking to see if the bathroom was clear by, um, listening.” She giggled. “Oh, well next time just knock. It’s easier.” “Sage advice,” he replied, smiling at her. Feeling emboldened for some reason, he reached out and ruffled her mane. It felt so smooth, though whether that was her own choice, or Rarity’s influence, he didn’t know. She protested, making an adorable squeak and using her hooves to flatten out her mane. But she also smiled, so the gesture wasn’t ill received. “Run along now, off to bed.” The filly trudged past him, heading down the hallway towards the stairs and her room. With a solid push, she opened her door and went inside, kicking the door closed behind her. That was close. He’d been too caught up in his imagination, not paying attention to what was around him. Fortunately the filly was quick to accept his hasty explanation. He’d have to be more careful in the future. His nightly routine consisted of nothing more than cleaning his face, a task which was accomplished quickly. The shower was wet and steam still partially fogged the mirror. Quickly, he was back in his room with the door closed. Rarity was right about one thing, he was tired after all that travel. It was a mystery, what made sitting still for so long so tiring. If he ever solved that, he really could retire and live like a king. He lay in the bed, not bothering to get under the covers. It was a warm night in Ponyville. His gaze upon the ceiling, he reviewed what he’d already seen. Sweetie Belle was... rough. She looked like her sister and she shared some of the same natural beauty and grace as her sister, but she was lacking in some places. He’d need to make sure certain things developed as they should. He could still have his Rarity. It would just take some work. Making a mental list of the things he’d need to work on, his eyelids grew heavier. He rolled over, shifting his view towards the wall where just beyond it, Sweetie Belle lay. She wasn’t perfect, but she was available. As he fell asleep, one thought continuously sounded in his mind: He could still have his Rarity...