//------------------------------//
// Platinum Things 
// Story: The Things Tavi Says 
// by shortskirtsandexplosions 
//------------------------------//

	Orange purrs massage my ears as I telekinetically dangle the string of yarn in mid-air.  Scribbler flounces and pounces across Fluttershy's cottage, dead-set on eliminating the fibrous threat.

“Remind me again what this 'Platinum List' is that Pinkie Pie's been working on,” Fluttershy remarks.

I look across the way at where Rarity sits.  She daintily sips from a teacup and lifts her muzzle.

“Well, if I'm to recall correctly, it's the exclusive list of absolute musts.”  She gulps.  “In terms of invites, I mean.”

“Oh.”  Fluttershy blinks.

“I refer of course to Twilight's Council of Friendship—us—as well as Bon Bon and Miss Heartstrings.”

“And what of those music performers that I heard of?”

“You mean the deejays?”  Rarity glances at me.  She smiles.  “Miss Scratch's insistence, I suspect.”

I nod.

“Simon Neighs and Harmonicide are casual acquaintances of hers, but also big names in the electronic underground music scene.  I... believe they're coming at the request of DJ Capricorn, who's also on the Platinum List.”

“Oh!”  Fluttershy blinks.  “She's the one who helped Vinyl produce her new album.”

“Indeed.”

“Wow.”  Fluttershy grins, her cheeks puffing.  “This all sounds so exciting.”  A breathy giggle.  “The only thing that will make this perfect is if... if...”  She sighs.  “Well, you know.”

I hang my head—then jolt in surprise after Scribbler pounces on my tail, having lost interest in the string.

“Fluttershy, darling, it's only been two days.”  Rarity leans back.  “The Equestrian Postal Service is magnificent... but it isn't exactly lightning fast.”

“True.  I s-suppose not.”

“Besides.”  Rarity smiles.  “Twilight's best eyes are on Octavia.  As soon as Miss Melody gets the message... we'll know.”

“Yes, but...”  Fluttershy stares melancholically down at Scribbler as I snuggle the kitten.  “But what if she's too conflicted to bother showing up?  And after all the work that Vinyl has put into it.”

“Surely you have not forgotten how to put good faith in things, Fluttershy!” Rarity remarks.  “Besides, I do believe that Applejack is working on something that will seal the deal.”

“Oh?”

Just then, the door reverberates with crimson knocking.  An amber voice bellows from the far side:  “Fluttershy?!  Rarity?!  Y'all home?!”

“Speak of the Discord!”  Rarity stifles a giggle.

“Come in, Applejack!” Fluttershy replies with a pink voice.

Applejack trots in.  “Whew-wee!  We're in business!”

“Good news?” Rarity asks.

“Darn tootin'!”  Applejack smirks, standing before us.  “I pulled a lotta favors... or... rather... Granny pulled a lot of favors.  But I think it's just what we need to put a cherry on top this here sundae of ours!”

“Well, stop leaving us in suspense, darling!” Rarity exclaims.

With proud freckles, Applejack unrolls a poster.  In gold-embossed words, the sheet reads:  “Live and In Concert!  Royal Canterlot Symphony Orchestra Performing at the Friendship Palace in Ponyville!”

“Mmmm... yes yes.  We've seen it before.”  Rarity squints.  “Do get to the point.”

“No you get to the point!”  Applejack frowns.  “Are ya blind?!  Look at the bottom!”  She points.

I lean forward, adjusting my shades.

Fluttershy reads out loud:  “One... bottle of free red wine to all p-participants?!”  She gapes.

“Eeyup!”  Applejack smirks.  “Guaran-darn-teed to keep the city of Chicacolt dry for a week!” She winks in my direction.  “Reckon they'll need to lose it more than we'll need to pour it.”

I gaze at her, muzzle dropped.

“Well?!”  She tilts her hat.  “Dun just stand there!  Who here volunteers to help me go fetch some corkscrews?!”