Rarara Reports

by VitalSpark


Rarara's Mail

Rarity awoke to a banging coming from outside. She reluctantly pulled herself out of bed and threw on her dressing gown to go and see what the matter was.

Outside the grey pegasus mail mare was having difficulty delivering a letter into her letter box, seemingly missing the slot every single time. "I just don't know what's going wrong!" she exclaimed upon seeing Rarity.

Rarity looked at the mail mare's eyes, which were pointing in different directions. She imagined the mare must have very limited depth perception. "Have you tried visiting an optometrist?" she asked, taking the letter into her field of levitation.

"Good idea," answered the mail mare before flying off and crashing into a nearby tree.

Rarity sighed and shook her head, carrying the letter inside. She sat down at the table and was about to open it, when she got the urge to make herself a cup of coffee first.

She put the letter down and went to put the kettle on. A couple of minutes later, she poured the hot water onto some ground coffee beans in a cafetière, and put the lid on, refraining from plunging the handle. She levitated the jug over to the table and went to get a cup and saucer. Everything ready, she sat down, pressed the handle, and poured herself a perfect cup of coffee.

She picked up the letter in her hooves and started tearing open the envelope when she heard a voice behind her. "Rarity! Can I have some coffee too?"

"Sweetie Belle, you know you're not allowed coffee. You remember what happened last time you drank it?" She raised an eyebrow.

Sweetie sighed. "Fine! Can I have some juice?"

Rarity put the envelope down and went to fetch her sister some orange juice. She levitated the glass over to the table, sat down, and picked up the envelope again.

"Ewww!" Sweetie Belle squealed, spitting a mouthful of juice back into her glass.

Rarity shook her head. "That is disgusting, Sweetie. Has living with me not had any influence on you at all?"

"It's got bits in it!" Sweetie screamed.

Rarity rolled her eyes and slammed the envelope back on the table. "Yes, bits of orange. You like orange."

"I don't like orange in orange juice though," her sister whined.

Rarity sighed. "That makes no sense whatsoever. Look… just pretend it doesn't have bits in it."

"Pret—"

"Where's your imagination, Sweetie?"

Sweetie groaned. "Okay." She sat drinking her orange juice with sour look on her face. Any passing pony would think she had been asked to drink mud.

Rarity picked up the letter again and finally managed to get the envelope open. "Oh, look! It's from Coco!" she exclaimed. "She's coming to visit!"

Sweetie put down the half-full glass of juice. "Cocoa? I can have cocoa?"

Rarity stood up, sighing. "Fine. Okay, I'll make you some cocoa…"

Sweetie grinned before a look of horror came to her face. "No lumps!"