Fluttershy perched on the massage table, half amused, half exasperated. She’d learned how to deal with most of Rarity’s little quirks. Some of them she confronted head on. Some, she reveled in. However, with this particular quirk, it was best to sit back and indulge her.
“Be glad you were not there to see it! It was absolutely horrifying, Aloe.” Rarity’s high pitched whine split the room in two, making the three other ponies wince. “Flecks of oatmeal everywhere, and I’d already had one shock this morning. It was all I could do not to pass out again, but I feared I would wind up muzzle first in the bowl. All for want of a spoon!”
Fluttershy twitched her wings as she watched Aloe and Lotus tending to Rarity. She extended one and flexed some of her pinions in front of her eyes. Perhaps, for Rarity’s sake, she could learn to hold a spoon.