The way to a pony's heart is through the stomach, as the old saying goes. Pinke Pie has a known love of sweets, so a box of chocolates is an obvious choice. However, she's also a connoisseur so she'd be likely to spot anything cheap. To improve your chances, you bought yourself a very expensive box of chocolates that were imported all the way from Prench city of Maris. They cost an entire bag of bits, but they're guaranteed to impress your date or your money back.
With your head held high, you strut out before her. Pinkie waves and blows a rubber-ducky bubble. You're not sure how she managed that, but you can't help but grin. Reaching back, you grab the tin of chocolates and present them to her. “Pinkie, I—”
“Oh my gosh! Are those real orange-scented, double-dipped, caramel and croissant, chocolate chunks?” She holds the tin up to the sun and reads the label. “Wow! They're the genuine article too, and not a cheap knockoff. I didn't know that anypony was selling chocolates like these here.”
“Pinkie, I'm not selling—”
“Of course you aren't, silly, because I just bought them.” She tosses a bag of bits at your feet then pops the top of the tin off and takes a deep breath. “Mmm, these smell really good.”
“But Pinkie—”
“What? You mean I shouldn't eat them? Oh, that's right! This is date chocolate; it's meant for couples.” Pinkie shuts the tin and looks you in the eyes.
You can't help but notice just how big and beautiful hers are. They're as vast as the sky and as wonderful as a serenade of chickadees. You grin and prepare yourself for asking her on a date.
Pinkie Pie blinks and backs away. “Of course! Sassaflash has been feeling pretty glum lately, but a nice, romantic gesture from her coltfriend would be a great way to cheer her up! Did you know that these chocolates are guaranteed to wow your date or your money back? I've got to find Caramel!”
Before you can say anything else, she zips off. You catch one last glimpse of her stopping to pop the tin and eat a chocolate before she's gone for good. She muttered something about taste testing them to make sure they're perfect.
Dejected, you hang your head and stare at the bag of coins at your feet. Well, at least you got your money back.