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// Don't Trash My Elite Suite, Part 3 
// Story: Letters from an Irritated Princess 
// by Tired Old Man 
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Dear Rarity,

Again, you and your friends have woken up another section of nobles to the reality that is this world. Except for Fancy Pants, obviously, but he's the one miraculous exception that's somehow not a prick.

The party was quite a blast overall. I even managed to pull you aside so we could have a nice talk about your reverse Robin Hoof being a complete waste of generosity on a pony as popular as Sapphire Shores. In addition, I also relayed the message the Diamond Dogs wanted me to give you, along with my own personal suggestion on how to curry their favor. 

I'll be honest, I wasn't a fan of their suggestion that you work in their caves for a "million bajillion years." Beyond the fact that they're awful at counting, I know those years would be filled with more whining and just be the worst decision on their part. And then you'd probably leave with more of their gems and we'd still be stuck at square one. 

Instead, I talked them down to something a bit less insane. I insist you simply give them back whatever gems you still have from their grounds, and WITHOUT COMPLAINING, assist them in finding enough in their caves to make up the remainder so they're back to being functional. Surely you can handle some paltry dirt on your hooves; you take mud baths without any objections.

I've also decided to give them more of the mystery meat cans to make up for all the lost time over the matter, which they heartily accepted without question. Really makes me wonder where on earth they got the idea to try and haggle me for filet mignon, but that's in the past now. 

Just think about my idea this week, let me know by the end of the month if you'll do it, and I'll have earmuffs shipped to the Dogs when you're ready. But don't take longer than that.

I mean it. Don't.

Now then, your personal lesson learned on this matter in Canterlot is a curious one to think about. Being proud of your hometown heritage and friends is... situational.

I know you weren't born into a hard lifestyle, Rarity, but understand that there will be some that would rather forget their beginnings. Such times may be painful for many with a rough childhood, and for them, there is no pride to pull from that.

To better word this, recognize your beginnings and know they made you who you are. If they're good, be fortunate they were, but if not, work to make your life not stay that way. And always remember that true friendship is blind to things like background and color.

Sincerely,

Princess Celestia

Alright Luna, I'm ready for you now. These cupcakes haven't left my sight on my desk, and I even licked both of them so you can't touch them! What's your plan this time?!

Y... you made more? A whole dozen?

Ooh, that tray smells heavenly. And you're sure they're for me?

Thanks. Really, thank you, Luna.