Ivory

by Lithe Kamitatsy


Chapter Ten

The early morning sun peeked out over the horizon, a thin ray of light filtering into Rarity’s bedroom. Her eyes gently fluttered open, the mare slowly coming to and stretching.

“Mmm, morning already…?” Rarity murmured, wishing she could sleep just a little longer. Sadly, this was not the case. She has a list of things she had to do for the movie night she had decided to host. She slowly slid out of bed, tightening the cords for her robe and sliding into her slippers. She shuffled out of her bedroom, stifling a yawn. She found Sweetie Belle seated at the kitchen table, busily working on a list of some sort.

“Morning—” Sweetie Belle started, but stopped when Rarity raised a hoof. “Oh, right. No talking until after coffee.”

“Mmhmm,” Rarity affirmed, setting the pot in the machine and hitting the button on the front. A minute later, the life-giving essence Rarity had quested for since she left her bedroom poured into the pot. She poured herself a mug, sipping it and giving a contented sigh.

How ponies survived before the discovery of coffee, nopony really knew.

Once Rarity had sufficiently woken up, she then turned to Sweetie Belle. “I’m sorry Sweetie, you know how I am in the mornings…”

“I know, it’s alright. I just wanted to let you know I’m gonna be staying the night at Apple Bloom’s house tonight.”

“Thank you for letting me know, Sweetie. I’m happy to see you’re being a little more responsible,” Rarity praised.

“Eheheh…” Sweetie Belle chuckled nervously. “Right, yeah… No, uh, no hospital trips this time.”

“Very good,” Rarity said. She trotted by her little sister, gently rustling her mane in a loving manner.

“Rarity! It took me ten minutes to get my mane under control,” Sweetie protested, to which Rarity gave a small laugh.

“You really are my sister,” Rarity said. “Have a good day, and stay safe, okay?”

“I will, I will,” Sweetie said. She finished her scribbling, wrapped up the parchment and tucked it into her saddlebags.

“I love you, Sweetie Belle,” Rarity called out from upstairs. Sweetie Belle blushed, sighing.

“...I… love you too, Rarity…” Sweetie said as she left, closing the door behind her.

With Sweetie Belle gone and a generous amount of caffeine in her veins, Rarity was ready to face the world; more importantly, her Boutique. She had been working up a storm up until Frederic had gotten injured, and the Boutique was in complete disarray.

“Alright… let’s get this show started!” Rarity said, clapping her hooves together and beginning to reorganize the Boutique. She sorted her fabrics, her needles and her mannequins, putting the equipment away and moving the mannequins in a spot out of sight. She shifted her sewing machine off of her work table, replacing it with a table cloth.

“This will be for the sodas and the snacks…” Rarity said to herself, tucking the sewing machine away under the table. She then looked up, using her magic to pull down the screen for the projector. “This is going to be so much fun!” she giggled with excitement. Rarity engrossed herself in her work, making sure everything would be perfect for that evening.


Frederic groaned. The fall he had taken yesterday left him a little more sore than he had expected. He laid flat on his back, not quite ready to open his eyes.

“Frederic?” called Orianne’s voice. “I heard a groan. Are you well?”

“I’m alright, Mother… just a little sore,” Frederic replied.

“Do you need assistance?” Orianne said, entering his room. Frederic did a quick evaluation, and found himself a little lacking in energy.

“I suppose,” Frederic acquiesced. His mother was taking the time to stay with him and take care of him, so he figured that he may as well let her help.

“Don’t you worry Frederic, mother’s right here,” Orianne said. She positioned herself at Frederic’s bedside, Frederic rolling over and sitting up.

“Yes, mother,” said Frederic. He slowly took to his hooves, Orianne offering herself as something to balance against until he was properly situated. “Thank you.”

“Come now Frederic,” Orianne said, shaking her head slightly. “I am your mother. What I do, I do out of love,” she said resolutely. Frederic sighed internally. It had been some time since he had seen either of his parents, and deep down he was happy to see her. She just had her way of doing things, and this didn’t always agree with him.

“I know… and I appreciate it,” he said genuinely. “Just… that fall the other day took a little out of me.”

“I understand dear, whatever you need just ask,” Orianne said. “Come, I’ll make us some breakfast while we wait for Rarity to arrive. How does a pancake with blueberries sound? I know you used to love when I made that for you as a colt.” She smiled.

“That…” Frederic started, about to say ‘I’m not a colt!’ But then he stopped himself. “That… sounds lovely. Thank you.”

Orianne smiled as she helped him out into the dining area, sitting him down at the table. She moved over to the kitchen counter, grabbing a box of pancake mix from the cupboard as well as retrieving the blueberries from the refrigerator.

“So tell me Frederic,” Orianne spoke up. “I want you to be honest; where do you stand with Rarity?”

“What do you mean?” asked Frederic. “She’s a good friend.”

“That much I know, what I meant was where you stand with her. How do you feel about her?” Orianne asked more pointedly.

“How I feel?”

“Yes, how you feel. How do you view Rarity? Do you see her as a friend? Maybe something more? Out with it!” Orianne pressed as she mixed the pancake batter in a bowl.

Frederic shook his head. “Mother, can we approach this topic again after I’ve eaten and had my coffee?”

“Fine, but I won’t forget!” Orianne said, focusing on preparing food for Frederic.

“You never do,” he said, smiling wryly.

“That topic aside, I’ll be doing your groceries. And then once I return, I plan on cleaning up around here. Your apartment is a little dusty. That’s bad for your sinuses, you know,” Orianne said.

“Fair enough…”

“Your records are also disorganized, and there is a stain in the carpet. I certainly hope it was there before you moved in. Either way, I know an old trick that your grandmother taught me as a filly that I can use to get it out. You will also need to show me where you keep your laundry. I’m not having you lift your bedsheets in your condition.” Orianne then lit the stove, pouring the mix into a pan. She chopped up the blueberries, stirring the mix and adding the blueberry bits into it as it cooked. “All things considered, you picked a lovely little town to live in, Frederic. The ponies here seem to be much kinder than the busybody ones back in Canterlot.”

“They generally aren’t as… snooty, no,” Frederic conceded. “More of a down-to-earth attitude.”

“It’s very obvious,” Orianne said. A few minutes later, she took the spatula and made divots into the now-hardening mix. Once she felt it was done, she slid it onto a plate and drizzled a light trail of syrup over it. The coffee machine buzzed, signalling that the pot was ready. She grabbed a mug and poured some of it out. “Cream and sugar, dear?”

“Yes, please.”

Orianne added both cream and sugar, stirring the coffee in the cup. She then served it to him, smiling. “Enjoy darling,” Orianne said, taking a seat across from him, drinking her own coffee. Frederic took a bite, feeling a rush of nostalgia wash over him as the taste of his mother’s cooking came to him. Orianne quietly drank her coffee, occasionally glancing at Frederic as he ate. A knock at the door broke the silence, Orianne taking to her hooves. She peered through the eyehole, seeing it was Rarity.

“Rarity, good morning cherie,” Orianne said as she opened the door, greeting Rarity.

“Good morning Orianne,” Rarity said with a kind smile. “I’m here right on schedule.”

“Excellent. Frederic’s eating his breakfast now. If you could, collect his bedsheets and just gather them up in the living room. When I return I have work to do,” Orianne said. Rarity turned to look at Frederic, who in turn looked up at her, syrup glistening from the corners of his mouth. Rarity giggled slightly, trotting over to him and grabbing a napkin.

“You have syrup all over your face,” Rarity said, using the napkin to clean it off. Frederic’s face turned a bright shade of pink as Orianne’s face curled into a devilish smile, bringing a hoof to her mouth.

“Take care you two…” Orianne said, shutting the door behind her.

“So… what brings you here?”

Rarity laughed. “Oh, nothing in particular,” she said. “Just wanted to see how you were doing. And invite you over for a movie, I suppose.”

“I’m sorry,” said Frederic. “A movie?”

“Yes, a movie! I’ve decided to host a movie night for all of my friends, and you’re invited,” Rarity said. “We’ll be watching City Times, featuring Hardly Laughing as the star.”

“Ah,” said Frederic. “I’m… not familiar with that one.”

“Oh, it’s a classic! One of his best works. One of the entries in the Comedy Canon, as Pinkie Pie says.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad idea. It would give my mother some time to do some busy work around here… and I could use some fresh air,” Frederic said. “That sounds good. What time am I to be there?”

“I would say around seven o’clock this evening. We  have snacks, sodas, and anything else anypony wants to bring,” Rarity said. “Do you watch movies often?” she asked as she began to take care of the things that Orianne had asked her to before she left.

“Well… no,” said Frederic. “I can’t say that I do.”

“Really?”

Frederic shrugged. “I guess it’s just… not something I’ve found myself drawn to. Or dragged to. Still!” he said, trying not to sound like he wasn’t interested. “I’m open to new experiences.”

“Well then, I suppose it’s time that changes,” Rarity said with a smile. “I happen to love movies. I tend to watch a lot of them to keep an eye on current and vintage fashion trends, so one could call me a bit of a connoisseur.”

Frederic smiled. “Well, then I’m sure the one you’ve picked out is a good one.” Frederic quietly watched Rarity work, sipping his coffee as she went about her duties.

Has she always looked this… lovely? he wondered to himself, brushing the thought from his mind a moment later. No matter. Today will be a simple day. A movie and an outing with friends. He then noticed that she was humming to herself, recognizing the sound.

“I know that song…” Frederic said, his mouth curling into a small smirk.

“Oh?” Rarity said, looking over at him. “I was just humming to myself unconsciously. I hadn’t even noticed.”

“You were, and you were humming a song I’m actually quite familiar with,” Frederic said, slowly getting up and making his way over to the piano. He lifted the lid, playing the notes that Rarity had hummed and beyond.

“Ah, yes! I love this song. I simply love the movie it came from, as well!” Rarity said. “Have you seen it?”

“No, but I know of it. I accompanied an orchestra that was part of a stage performance of the movie it came from,” Frederic said as he played the remainder of the melody, Rarity following along with a smile.

“That was lovely, Frederic. I daresay you look more comfortable behind your piano then laying in bed,” Rarity giggled.

“Sometimes I spend more time in a week at the piano than in bed,” said Frederic.

“I know exactly what you mean! Sometimes I find myself asleep at my sewing machine so often I wonder why I even own a bed. I’ve pulled more of my own mane out of it than I’d like to admit,” Rarity said bashfully.

“Well, for a mare who does such splendid seamwork you take care of your hooves very well. They look almost pristine,” Frederic said.

“That’s the hooficures, darling.”

“Hooficures only go so far,” Frederic grinned. He then looked at his own hooves. “When I was still learning to play piano as a colt, carpal tunnel was my worst enemy. My wrists would be bent for hours on end, to the point that it would ache for me to extend them,” he said as he rolled his wrists, the joint cracking slightly. “Cost me a competition, once…”

“Oh dear,” Rarity said. “I can only imagine that must’ve been difficult for you, darling. I daresay I’ve been on the receiving end of that myself. One missed stitch or one thread out of place and the entire piece comes undone.”

“Mhm,” Frederic affirmed. He felt a small stitch in his wrist when he rolled it, grimacing slightly. “Ouch…”

“Are you alright? Here, let me take a look at it,” Rarity asked, coming over to him and taking his foreleg into her hooves, massaging the cramped muscle until it relaxed.

“Thanks…” Frederic said softly as she worked his wrist, feeling the tension release. He found himself slightly short on breath, a little surprised at how close she was to him. “I usually take care to exercise it in a healthy way, so I don’t sabotage my own career.”

“Think nothing of it. My mother used to do this for me when I would get cramps from doing threadwork,” Rarity winked. “Try it now.” Frederic rolled his wrist, finding that it no longer cramped up.

“Good as new,” Frederic said. “I must have slept on it wrong.”

“Do you want me to get you some ice for it?”

“No no, I don’t think so,” Frederic said. “I feel bad enough that you’re helping my mother and I out with my chores.”

“Oh come now, your mother is a wonderful mare. I’m only doing what’s necessary of me as a friend,” Rarity said graciously.

“Well…”

“Darling, please,” said Rarity. “Don’t fret about it. It won’t help you get better, after all.”

Frederic then acquiesced. “Alright,” he said, raising his hooves in mock defeat. “Thank you for all your help.”

“You are most welcome,” Rarity said with a bright smile. “Now… if you don’t mind me asking, how have you been… feeling?” she asked. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“I’m well,” said Frederic, nodding slowly.

“That’s good! I’m glad to hear it. I’m sure the distance has allowed you to heal some,” Rarity said. “So you’re aware, I extended the invite to Octavia and Vinyl as well, but they already had plans, so they won’t be attending.”

“Ah.”

“I at least wanted to extend the offer,” Rarity said, taking a mental note of Frederic’s reaction. I hope that didn’t make him feel uncomfortable… she thought, concerned she had inadvertently caused him discomfort.

“Right, right,” said Frederic, nodding.

“It’ll be myself, you, Twilight, Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie,” Rarity said. She gave a small giggle when Frederic instinctively recoiled and crossed his rear legs at the sound of Pinkie’s name. “No need to worry, she won’t cause you any more bodily harm.”

“I understand,” said Frederic. “But please don’t be offended if I wear a cup.”

Rarity let out a small laugh. “Sometimes I feel we should all wear them around Pinkie, even though some of us may not have the… erm, equipment for it,” she said. “Sometimes your wit is just too funny!” she smiled.

Frederic smiled back. “I try. They’re not always funny, but I try.”

How charming… she thought. “Well, I’m going to get your bedsheets as your mother said. Let me know if you need anything,” Rarity said as she moved into his bedroom. She opened the door, finding the room rather neat, all things considered. She leaned over his bed, pulling the fabric off the mattress and levitating it into the living room. The scent of Frederic’s cologne wafted off the sheets, filling her senses.

“My word, this cologne is divine! What brand is it?” Rarity asked.

“It’s ‘Prestige’ from Fancy Pants’ fragrance line. I’ve been using it for years,” Frederic commented. “You like it?”

“Very much so. It suits you,” Rarity said.

“I’m glad you think so,” Frederic said, feeling a little more content at her remark. “So, what time is the movie?”

“Seven on the dot!” said Rarity.

“Right,” said Frederic, “I’ll make sure I’m there.”

“Excellent,” Rarity said with a smile. “I’m very much looking forward to it.” It was then that the door opened, Orianne entering with several grocery bags hovering behind her.

“Hello, dearies!” Orianne said cheerily, setting the groceries down on the kitchen counter. “I trust you two behaved while I was gone?” she said cheekily, a mischievous smile on her face. Frederic gave a sigh of embarrassment, covering his face with a hoof.

“I don’t quite understand…” Rarity said, clearing her throat at the rather obvious meaning behind her words.

“Oh, no need to look into it,” Orianne winked as she started putting away the groceries. “Thank you for retrieving his bedding. If you would, why not take Frederic out for a walk? It would give me time to clean up and I am certain he could use some fresh air, so long as he is careful,” she insisted.

“Well, if he’s well enough to walk, I think that sounds lovely!” said Rarity.

“Yes! Yes,” said Frederic. “I think that does sound rather nice,” he said as he raised himself to his hooves, slowly making his way to the door. “Shall we?”

“We shall,” Rarity said, following him. “We will be back later in the evening, the two of us will be watching a movie at the Boutique tonight!”

“Ooh, enjoy yourselves!” Orianne said with a cheeky grin as she shut the door behind them, to which Frederic rolled his eyes.

“Well,” said Frederic, “I just want to apologize for that.”

“For what, darling?”

“My mother and her… entendres.”

“Oh… well, I know she doesn’t mean any harm so I don’t mind it,” Rarity said, fanning a hoof at him. “It’s honestly a little flattering that your mother thinks so highly of me.”

You don’t even know, Frederic thought as he nodded at Rarity’s words. “In any case, well… how about we stop on the bridge?”

“That sounds lovely,” Rarity said, walking beside Frederic as she assisted him down the stairs and out of the apartment complex. The two enjoyed their walk, the brisk autumn air feeling cool against their coats. They stopped at the bridge as Frederic requested, looking out at the water beneath them.

“Are you alright?” asked Rarity. “It wasn’t too much of a strain, was it?”

“No, no it wasn’t,” said Frederic, laughing a little. “It’s nice to be out of doors. Between the hospital and staying in my apartment.”

“I can imagine,” Rarity said. She took a deep breath and exhaled. “This is a lovely spot, Frederic. Do you come by here often?”

“Not all that often,” said Frederic. “I mean, I’m not always… out here in Ponyville. But I’ve always thought this was a nice place. It’s not as busy as some other places in town. It’s a little out of the way, just before you leave the town, between the comforts of normal living and the quiet of the countryside.”

“Well, perhaps we... should frequent this spot a little more often together,” Rarity said softly. She then caught herself, blinking before turning a bright shade of pink. “Oh my… did I say that out loud?” she said, bringing a hoof to her mouth. “Oh dear…”

“Mm?” asked Frederic, who had been a little lost in the view of the river.

Rarity gave a small sigh of relief. “Oh, nothing…” Thank goodness… though, I can’t help but feel he should have heard that… she thought. “Just mentioning how the air is nice out this time of year,” she lied.

“Mm,” he replied, nodding. In truth, he had heard what she had originally said, but chose not to pursue it, quietly pocketing her words in the back of his mind. I’ll tend to that later… he thought, taking a moment to recenter himself.

“Tell me, are you from Prance or were you born here in Equestria?” Rarity asked, a little curious.

“Oh, I was born here,” he said. “I’ve never actually seen Prance in person.”

“I’d love to visit Prance someday… to see Mareis lit up in lights…” Rarity sighed.

“Mmhmm,” hummed Frederic, musing on it. “Someday.”

“Do you happen to have the time Frederic? I left my watch at home,” Rarity asked.

Frederic looked at his watch. “About half past noon, almost.”

“Excellent, we’re ahead of schedule. Would you mind accompanying me with getting the last of the party favors? I could use the company,” Rarity said with a smile.

“I don’t see why not,” Frederic said, smiling congenially.

“Splendid!” Rarity said giddily. The two of them left the bridge, making their way to the nearby market. “I went shopping with Fluttershy yesterday, so we were able to get most of the things I needed. I still need popcorn, some sodas and…” Rarity then paused. “Do you think we should buy more adult drinks or will soda be enough? I do have some wines back at the Boutique...”

“Well…” said Frederic, thinking. “I don’t know much about movie-going occassions. A bottle or two at a social gathering probably wouldn’t be too out of place.”

“Okay, so then I’ll be sure to pick up a couple bottles of soda for those that would rather not drink,” Rarity said. “Do you think popcorn will be enough or would chips be good as well?”

“Well, when is this going to be, again?” asked Frederic. “Do you think everyone will have dinner beforehoof?”

“I did slate the movie for seven o’clock…” Rarity said. “Maybe just one bag of chips and two bags of popcorn, then.”

“That sounds good,” said Frederic. As Rarity retrieved the things she needed, she couldn’t help but feel a little happier than she normally would be doing shopping.

“If I must say so Frederic, it was very nice of you to agree to come with me to finish up the shopping,” Rarity said.

“Well, if I must say so it beats sitting around doing nothing,” said Frederic with a chuckle.

Rarity laughed a little. “Well, I suppose so. Though there are worse things than doing nothing, sometimes.”

“That’s true as well, I suppose,” Frederic nodded.

“For example, there’s nothing better than just laying back and reading a nice magazine or listening to some music in the comfort of your own home after working a week straight on a particular line of clothing. As much as I love it, I don’t fancy the idea of a sewing machine being the only thing I see every day for hours on end,” Rarity said. “I remember when I was designing a special line for Sapphire Shores and spending days and days on end, just threading and stitching and sewing and seaming and hemming…” she sighed. “I daresay I didn’t look at my sewing machine for a week afterward! I can imagine you must feel the same way when practicing a piece, no?”

“Well, sometimes it does feel that way,” said Frederic, nodding. “Especially if it’s a particularly punishing piece.”

“Do you remember any in particular?” Rarity asked.

“Rachmaneinoff” said Frederic flatly. “Anything Rachmaneinoff.” Rarity couldn’t help stifling a giggle at Frederic’s dramatic change of expression.

“Judging by your reaction, I promise I won’t ask you to play it… as long as you never ask me to make another dress like the ones the girls asked me to make for them…” Rarity said, her expression growing to match that of Frederic’s.

“I think I can make that a promise.”

“Care to shake on that?” Rarity said with a small smile, extending a hoof.

Frederic took her hoof and shook it, chuckling softly. Rarity snickered as well.

“Though that reminds me, I’ll have to make sure to get my practicing in today before the movie,” said Frederic. “Being in the hospital… has put me a little behind.”

“Oh, well you’re welcome to practice at the Boutique!” Rarity said. “I’d love to have a little music while I finish getting ready. Should we go back to your apartment to get your sheet music or do you not need it?”

“Most of my current repertoire I have memorized at the moment,” said Frederic. “So I don’t really need it.”

“Well, that must make things quite convenient.”

“Yes,” said Frederic. “Until I look at the score weeks later and find I got a note wrong.”

Rarity laughed. “That’s almost like looking over a dress I’ve worked on a hundred times only to find I’ve made a stitching mistake when I go back to the original design.”

“Sounds like it. Having to unlearn a habit is the worst.”

The two continued to converse as they made their way to the Boutique. Once they arrived, Rarity set down the snacks and drinks she had purchased on a nearby table. “How are you feeling Frederic? Are you feeling tired at all?” she asked, using her magic to pull down the screen that hung from the ceiling.

“Well, now that you mention it…” he said, taking a seat.

“Would you like some water?” Rarity offered.

“Yes, please,” said Frederic. “Mother has been very… pointed on making sure I’m hydrated.”

“And rightfully so,” Rarity said, hurrying off to the kitchen and getting him a cup of cool water. Once she returned, she passed it to him then made her way over to the piano, pulling the cover off of it. “I normally keep it covered so I can put displays on top of it, but you’re more than welcome to come by anytime and give it some use.”

“Oh, thank you,” he said, taking a sip of water. “That’s very generous of you.”

“Better somepony give it some use rather than let it collect dust, no?” Rarity said. “You’re welcome to begin practicing if you’d like. I’ll just be dusting and setting out cloths for the tables.”

“Oh, thank you,” said Frederic. He finished his water before setting the glass down and made his way to the piano.

“So, what will I be listening to you perform today?” Rarity asked as she withdrew several red pieces of cloth, draping them down over the tables where the snacks and drinks would go. “I think red works, don’t you? I mean, a premiere is considered a red-carpet affair,” she giggled.

“Mm?” He looked over. “Oh, yes.” He nodded. “Red’s a good color for the tables.” He smiled, looking back to the blank [stand] at the piano. “Nothing particularly complicated, just a hoofful of classical sonatas.”

“Nothing wrong with that at all darling,” Rarity said with a wink, returning to her work. Several pieces of tableware began to glow with a light blue aura, hovering over to the table as she summoned them with her magic. She continued working as Frederic played through some Sonatas, often stopping to repeatedly go over one section.

As Frederic played, she felt herself get caught up in the music, gently closing her eyes as the sound of the ivory keys filled her ears. Unfortunately, the moment was short lived as Frederic repeated the same section over for a third time. “Something wrong?” she asked.

“I don’t think I have the tempo consistent.”

“I see. I also hear there’s, well…” she said.

“Mm?”

“Well, there’s a note you’re missing. You’ve missed it a few times.”

“Yes, you’re right” said Frederic, starting the same section again, taking it slower. “Always annoying…” He muttered.

“Try it again darling, I’m sure you’ll get it next time,” Rarity smiled supportively, quietly walking up behind to look over his shoulder.

Frederic nodded, repeating the phrase slowly this time, hitting the missing note and completing it properly.

“Excellent! I knew you could do it,” Rarity said, gently patting his shoulder.

Frederic smiled. “Now I just need to do it forty-nine more times to make sure it stays right.”

“Practice makes perfect, as they say,” Rarity said, leaving his side and going back to her duties. As he played, she unfurled a huge mat for the group to lay on as they watched the movie, taking a quick moment to sweep the dust off of it and out the front door. “I think I read somewhere that it takes three weeks to make something a habit. Or was it twenty-one repetitions? One of those two.”

“Well, three weeks is twenty-one days, so I believe the answer is both,” Frederic mused.

“Right,” said Rarity, still thinking on it, though she wasn’t completely sure. “That sounds about right. Hrm.”

“Either way, once it’s actually become a habit the number of days tend to stop mattering,” Frederic said.

“Very true,” Rarity nodded, shutting the door once the dust had been swept out. After a period of silence, Rarity spoke up. “There has been something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

Frederic looked up. “What?”

“You can play an astounding repertoire of classical pieces, but… I don’t think I’ve ever heard you improvise. Do you have any improvisational pieces you can play?” Rarity asked. “It’s alright if you don’t, it was more a question of curiosity than anything.”

“Well…” Frederic said, his hooves shuffling a little awkwardly. “I don’t really fancy myself a composer… I mean, sometimes I dabble a little with improvisation, just… not in public.”

“Oh… I see,” Rarity said, looking just the slightest bit crestfallen. “It’s alright, I was only curious,” she said, turning away to continue her work. Why do I feel sad…? she wondered.

There was an awkward pause. “So anyway,” said Frederic.

“Hm? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bring down the mood,” Rarity said, adjusting her mane nervously. She then turned to look around, surveying the room. “Do you think I should add anything else? We have the snacks and drinks, we have the mat to lay on… oh! I need to get the projector!” she said, hurrying over to the nearby closet.

“The what?” Frederic asked, turning in his seat.

“The projector! How else did you expect the movie to play?” Rarity giggled. She removed a large case from the closet, pushing it on its wheels and over to the back of the room. She opened it, and retrieved a large device with a lens on the front. She retrieved a stand that spread out into three long legs, attaching the main piece to it and standing it up.

Frederic watched in curiosity, leaning forward.

“There we go!” Rarity chirped as she adjusted it so it stood in the proper spot. “So, this is the projector,” she explained, pointing to the main mechanism. “The film goes here…” she said, retrieving the film canister and pulling out the film reel. She then attached it to the projector, feeding it through slightly. “This is the film reel, it’s what has the images on it. If you shine a light through it, it puts the picture on the wall, or screen, or whatever surface you can use. You press this button here and it starts to feed the reel through, a lightbulb turns on inside and the images being pushed through this lens and out onto that screen there.”

“I see,” said Frederic.

Rarity giggled. “How did you think it worked?”

“I’m not sure,” said Frederic. “I guess I just assumed that you got a unicorn to play it on their horn.

Rarity laughed. “I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t laugh.”

“Please, do,” said Frederic, smiling. “It was a dumb idea.”

“Now Frederic, there’s no need for self-deprecation! We all learn new things at times. ‘Everyday is a school day’, as they say,” she said demurely.

“Hmm. True.”

Rarity went to put the film reel tin aside when she blinked in surprise at seeing a vinyl record sitting in the tin. “Oh! They included a record that contains music to be played along with the movie, that’s new!” She then hoofed the tin over to Frederic. “Now I know for a fact you can handle this part,” she smiled.

Frederic smiled, gingerly taking the record and turning it over. “A little more in my element, certainly. Good condition, considering it’s a rental.”

“You’ve had bad experiences with rentals before?”

“Yes,” he said flatly. “Sometimes I rent one and it’s so scratched up it’s completely unplayable. I have my suspicions as to the culprits…” he muttered, thinking of Vinyl.

“That’s obscene! That’s like tearing fabric and expecting the store to resell it!” Rarity exclaimed. “I would never treat a record with such disrespect,” she huffed.

“Would that everypony shared those sentiments.”

“Well, I consider records much like my own works. I put countless hours of effort and time into each piece I craft, and for a pony to just deface it without a care in the world is just… heartbreaking,” Rarity said. She sighed. “Well, I suppose a record can always be replaced. Still, it just bespeaks an… utter disrespect.”

“Well put Rarity,” Frederic said with a soft smile. It’s rather pleasing to hear her say that… he thought to himself. Rarity then looked up at the clock, smiling.

“It’s almost seven, the girls should be here any minute now!” Rarity chirped giddily. “I’m going to go quickly freshen up; if the girls arrive before I’m done, just let them in and help them settle in please,” she said as she hurried off to the back of the Boutique.

“Will do,” said Frederic, nodding and taking a step towards the center of the room. As Rarity left, Frederic was tasked with the job of keeping himself occupied in a way that wouldn’t distract him from the doorbell. Or the doorknocker. Whichever got used. Just be patient, thought Frederic.

He walked over to some of the mannequins, admiring the outfits they had on. One of them was a dapper “business casual” getup. Another a set of flowing turquoise robes. Another was a light dress one might expect to see a mare wear on a boat on a Sunday afternoon.

Shortly after Frederic began to examine her mannequins, a knock on the front door was heard. Frederic made his way over to the door, opening it and finding Rarity’s friends all waiting outside.

“Hey, uh… who are you?” Rainbow Dash asked.

“That’s Frederic, Rainbow! Rarity’s new friend?” Twilight said, nudging the pegasus’ shoulder.

“Ohhh, okay,” Rainbow said. “Nice to meet ya Fred!”

“Hello,” said Frederic. “Rainbow?”

“Rainbow Dash. Surprised you haven’t heard of me.”

“I know ya think yer the toast of the town Dash, but ya still got a long way to go to impress Canterlot,” Applejack said with a smirk, to which Dash blew off with a huff. “Nice to finally meet ya Fred, I’m Applejack.”

“And Iiiiiiiiiiii’m Pinkie Pie!” a shrill, energetic voice said, its owner bounding to the front in a flurry of hot pink fur. “Hey! I remember you! You were the really nice piano pony at the Gala!”

“Ah, yes,” said Frederic. “I remember.” And I am wearing a cup.

“Pinkie Pie, settle down! We don’t need to scare him off,” Twilight said. “I’m Twilight Sparkle. It’s a pleasure to meet you Frederic. Rarity’s told me all about you,” she said with a small smile.

“Oh?” asked Frederic. “I hope the reviews weren’t too negative.”

“That’s between us,” Twilight said with a wink. “Don’t worry though! You seem nice enough,” she said with a smile. As the girls entered, Fluttershy entered last, smiling softly.

“I’m Fluttershy, it’s very nice to finally meet you,” she said. “Tonight should be a lot of fun, I helped Rarity pick out the film.”

“Did you now?” asked Frederic.

“It’s one of my favorites.”

“I see,” said Frederic, nodding. “You’ll have to forgive me I’m… not the most familiar with movies.”

Fluttershy chuckled. “Oh, that’s alright. You don’t need to know a whole lot going into a Hardly Laughing movie.”

“He does all his own stunts!” said Rainbow Dash.

“Why’s his name ‘Hardly Laughing’?” Pinkie asked. “I thought we were gonna be watching a comedy movie.”

“Hardly Laughing’s movies are mostly comedies, but it’s a bit of an ironic name,” Twilight explained.

“We’ll see about that!” Pinkie huffed. “If I know anything, it’s laughing ponies!”

“I didn’t know you watched movies Twilight,” Fluttershy chimed in.

“I bought a projector for the Library a while back and I’ve kinda been binging on movies…” Twilight laughed sheepishly, rubbing her shoulder.

“Well, it never hurts to pick up a new hobby,” said Rarity, finally re-entering the room. “I take it everyone made it here with no worries?”

“Seems like it,” Frederic said.

“Very good! Girls, there are chips, popcorn and drinks laid out for you all. If you want more... adult drinks, I’ll be more than happy to get some for you all,” Rarity said. “I always enjoy a glass of pinot with a movie so I’ll be having that. Frederic, what would you like to drink?” she asked as she summoned over a bottle of red wine and several glasses with her magic.

“Oh, well, if you don’t mind, I think I wouldn’t mind a pinot, myself,” said Frederic.

“Excellent,” said Rarity. “Best not let a bottle go to waste!” She poured a glass for Frederic and levitated it over to him.

“Isn’t he an alcoholic?” whispered Rainbow Dash.

“Where’d ya get that idea?” Applejack whispered back.

“Vinyl mentioned it the other day. I heard he keeps a ton of booze back at his place,” Dash continued to whisper.

“I don’t think it’s fair to judge him when we barely know him Dash,” Twilight added.

“I’m not judging!” said Rainbow Dash. “Just asking.”

“Applejack, what would you like to drink darling?” Rarity asked.

“Soda’s fine, I’ve got an early start tomorrow, can’t afford to get tipsy tonight,” Applejack said earnestly.

“Fair enough! What about you two?” Rarity said to Twilight and Rainbow Dash.

“I’ll just have soda,” Rainbow Dash said. “Unless you’ve got a little vodka to mix with it,” she chuckled mischievously.

“Behave and we’ll see,” Rarity winked. “And you, Twilight?”

“I think I’ll have a little of the pinot! I’m feeling like cutting loose a bit!” Twilight said, to which the others looked at her. “What? I’m a big filly, I can handle it!”

“Twilight, you’re… uh…” Applejack started.

“You’re a featherweight,” Rainbow Dash finished, to which Applejack nudged her shoulder.

“Look, I know I don’t exactly drink often, but a little bit of the stuff every now and again never hurts,” Twilight said.

“Says the mare that drank only one pint of cider at your brother’s wedding and ended up dancing on a table a half hour later!” Rainbow Dash said.

“Here’s what I’ll do, I’ll pour you a quarter glass and see how you feel,” Rarity said, retrieving a glass for Twilight and only pouring a quarter of the way up. She then levitated it to Twilight, who received it gladly. “Now, be careful with this, you have to sip it.”

“I know what wine is, Rarity, sometimes I do understand the things I read about,” said Twilight, laughing as she took a sip. She made a face as the drink took her by surprise.

“Do you not like it Twilight? I can get you something else if you’d like,” Rarity said.

“It’s fine! I’m just… not used to it, is all!” Twilight said, raising her chin indignantly to Rainbow Dash’s snickering.

“Pinkie, what would you—” Rarity started, but stopped when she saw that Pinkie had withdrawn a large soda-drink hat seemingly from nowhere. “...You seem set,” she said. “Fluttershy?”

“Oh, um… soda will be alright,” Fluttershy said softly.

“Oh come on Shy! You never drink, why not join in the fun? Twilight’s doing it!” Rainbow Dash said.

“W-Well… I don’t know,” Fluttershy said nervously.

“Don’t pressure her if she doesn’t want to Dash,” Applejack said.

“I’m not pressuring her AJ, I’m just trying to help her relax and unwind,” Dash retorted. Fluttershy remained silent, mulling the idea over.

“You really don’t have to have it if you don’t want it darling, you know we won’t judge you,” Rarity said.

“Mmm… I guess I’ll have some… but only a little!” Fluttershy said.

“Of course! You’re welcome to whatever you’d like to drink,” Rarity said as she poured a small amount in a glass for Fluttershy. “Okay, now that everyone has drinks, I’ll be right back with the bowls for the popcorn and snacks!” she said, hurrying off.

“Alright Fluttershy, now it’s a party!” Rainbow Dash cheered.

“Let’s not get crazy now, y’all. No need to give him any ideas,” Applejack smirked.

“Who, me? Far be it from me to ever take advantage of an inebriated mare,” Frederic said as he took a sip of his wine.

“Good answer,” Applejack said, bumping his shoulder with a hoof. “Otherwise that cup wouldn’t do ya much good.”

Frederic felt a cold chill wash over him. “How did…?”

Pinkie Pie whistled loudly.

“We were there, remember?” Rainbow Dash said with a smirk.

“Yes, that much I vaguely remember… but how did you know I was…” He paused. “Wearing one?”

Pinkie Pie whistled loudly again.

Frederic raised a perplexed eyebrow.

“It was a tip-off,” said Rainbow Dash. “Don’t ask how.”

“That still doesn’t—”

“Trust me Fred, yer better off not thinkin’ about it. It’ll hurt yer head less,” Applejack said, patting his shoulder. “I’ve learned that for some things, you just don’t ask questions.”

“Here’s one I’d like to ask,” Twilight spoke up. “You claim it was a tip-off from Pinkie, Dash… so then why were you staring?” she asked as she took a sip of her wine, this time her reaction less pronounced as she grew accustomed to the flavor.

“Staring? Staring at what?” Dash asked, her eyes darting frantically around to the others.

“Really Dash? We all saw it,” Twilight said, pressing the subject further.

“I wasn’t staring, honest!”

“What was she staring at?” Fluttershy asked.

“Nothing!” Rainbow Dash said.

“Oh, it was ‘somethin’’ alright,” Applejack chuckled.

“‘Something’ is definitely right,” Twilight affirmed.

“I still don’t know what that ‘something’ was,” Fluttershy stated.

“Oh for criminy’s sake, she was staring at his butt! His! Butt!” Pinkie exclaimed, throwing her hooves up in frustration.

“Oh my!” Fluttershy said, covering her mouth with her hooves.

“Y-you can’t prove that! None of you can! I didn’t do it, you didn’t see me do it, and you can’t prove I did anything!” Rainbow Dash protested, crossing her forelegs over her chest and looking away, even though her face sported a stripe almost as rosy as her eyes.

“Methinks a certain pegasus doth protest too much,” Twilight mused.

“In Equestrian, egghead,” Rainbow Dash said.

“She means if it really was nothin’, then why’re ya gettin’ so bent outta shape?” Applejack grinned.

Rainbow Dash opened her mouth to speak, but instead decided to stay quiet.

Frederic said nothing, but slowly and cautiously took another sip of wine. It’s a shame this glass has a bottom...

“Anyway, woo!” said Pinkie Pie. “Hardly Laughing movie!”

“If that isn’t an ice-breaker, I don’t know what is,” Twilight laughed.

“Tell me about it,” Applejack nodded. “So what’s this movie about again?”

“A quiet guy does chase scenes and crazy stunts,” said Rainbow Dash, glad to be away from the awkward part of the conversation.

“I meant the plot,” said Applejack.

“I just told you,” said Rainbow Dash, looking as though she was confused that her simple explanation went unheeded.

Rarity then returned, having gotten napkins and bowls out of the kitchen, placing them on the table. “Alright fillies, serve yourselves when you’re ready!” she said cheerily. “Did I miss something?”

“Only a whole lot!” Pinkie said.

“Is that so? Do tell,” Rarity said.

“Actually, how about we don’t and just say we did,” Rainbow Dash said firmly. “Instead, why don’t you get all cozy there with Frederic?”

“Oh… well, I suppose, if it’s alright with him,” Rarity said.

Frederic paused for a moment. “Well, I don’t think I mind,” Frederic said, scooting over to allow Rarity more space. “No sense in me hogging the couch for myself.”

“Such a gentlecolt!,” Rarity said demurely. “Let me start the movie and I’ll take my spot,” Rarity said, moving over to the projector and inserting the film reel. She fed it through the slot and turned it on, the device whirring to life as it waited for her to hit the play button. “Are we ready? Does anypony need anything else before we start?”

“We forgot about the music,” Frederic said, getting up from his seat.

“You’re right! Be a dear and ready the phonograph please,” Rarity asked as she waited patiently by the projector. Frederic moved over to where the movie tin sat, retrieving the record and gently placing it on its platter, placing the needle in the outermost groove of the record.

“Ready when you are,” Frederic said.

“Excellent. Anypony else?” Rarity asked.

“I think we’re good,” Twilight giggled, a faint blush coloring her cheeks a lighter tint of pink.

Rarity lit her horn, dimming the lights as the words “Presented in Glorious SEE-O-VISION” flashed on the screen as Frederic started the phonograph, music beginning to fill the room.

On screen appeared a pony with a thick, curly black mane and a small mustache, wearing a bowler hat and jacket. The stallion was shown walking up and down a sidewalk, a sad and lonely expression on his face. Two small colts then came up to him and began to bother him, to which he shooed them away, letting him walk alone in peace. As he continued down the sidewalk, he encountered a beautiful young mare working a flower stand. He carefully trotted up to her and purchased a flower. As the mare went to give the stallion change for his money, the stallion accidentally dropped the flower. As he tried to help her grab it, he quickly realized that she could not find it. The stallion then realized she was blind.

“Poor thing…” Rarity murmured softly.

As the movie went on, everypony present found themselves thoroughly sucked in, hoping to see the stallion win the heart of the flower mare. Rarity shifted in her spot, finding herself a little uncomfortably positioned.

“Excuse me a moment,” Rarity whispered. She quickly repositioned herself, resting against Frederic as opposed to next to him, her back to his front. Frederic found himself in a position most stallions would find difficult to resist. The scent of her perfume filled his senses, his eyes trailing down her side as he took in her curves.

It was easy for Frederic to be distracted from the movie. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure what to think of it. It was… different. Very exaggerated, and from his position in didn’t make sense. Maybe it’s not supposed to… he figured. No, Rarity was grabbing his attention a lot more.

Unbeknownst to him, Rarity too was all too aware of the situation they were now in. She could feel his chest at her upper back, his eyes wandering off the screen and onto her. The only thing she could tell about Frederic’s current state of mind was that his heart was racing, matching her own. I wonder… she thought. She dared a glance behind her, accidentally locking eyes with him, causing her to quickly turn her head away, a fiery blush lighting up her face. Oh no, he knows!

Damn it! She knows! Frederic thought, looking away quickly himself, swallowing hard. She’s going to move, the moment’s ruined— His eyes widened when he felt her shift a little closer to him instead of away from him. Oh. Well, that’s fine, too.

I hope this isn’t too forward of me… Rarity thought, her heart pounding in her chest as Hardly Laughing fell off of a building. (He did his own stunts, too!) Rarity gasped as she saw the stallion on the screen leap off the building, instinctively grabbing a hold of Frederic’s hoof and holding it tightly.

That-that-that’s new! Frederic thought, entirely panicked internally. It was a wonder that none of the girls were looking back at them, or there would have assuredly been a misunderstanding. She’s going to let go any moment now. Surprisingly, that moment never came. Instead, Rarity had continued to grip his hoof in her own, now seemingly unconsciously running the edge of her pad of his hoof. He reveled in the feeling it gave him; Rarity herself was well taken care of, so her hooves only reflected that sense of self-dedication. Her hooves felt smooth and polished against the inner flesh of his hoof. Her coat also felt incredibly plush, feeling like silk against his.

I really hope he doesn’t think I’m being too forward, Rarity thought. I hope they don’t turn around to face me, I’ll never hear the end of it! she exclaimed in her head.

Thankfully for her, Hardly Laughing had just bumped into a large bully, and in the awkward silence, the other girls were glued to the screen. Then Hardly Laughing blew some dust in the bully’s face and ran away. The bully chased, but hit his head on a low-hanging sign, drawing peals of laughter from the other girls.

The movie played out to its finale, the stallion having eventually found a way to win over the blind mare’s heart and riding off into the sunset with her, everypony in attendance applauding the conclusion. With the girls no longer focused on the movie, Rarity and Frederic quickly shifted back to their original positions, averting their eyes from each other until a proper opportunity to talk privately presented itself.

“Well! I hope you all enjoyed the movie! I daresay I enjoyed it,” Rarity said with a smile.

“It was… different. Not necessarily my type of movie but Hardly Laughing is a splendid actor. Very physical. The music was good too,” Frederic said.

“That guy was awesome! His stunt work is top notch!” Rainbow Dash said.

“The way he bought all her flowers was so sweet,” Fluttershy sighed.

“He’s a pretty clever guy, I gotta give it to him. He thought up some interesting ways to get out of trouble,” Twilight said.

“I like that he did whatever it took to make that mare happy,” Applejack said. “That was a pretty satisfyin’ ending.”

Pinkie remained silent, as if pondering something. “That actor is good, but he must be very sad.”

“Why’s that Pinkie?” Twilight asked.

“Well, while his name is ‘Hardly Laughing’, he almost never laughed throughout the entire movie. He only smiled when he won the flower mare’s heart, and even then it was half-hearted. I could see that he’s a very sad pony behind his eyes. His name is more appropriate than we know. I hope he finds happiness someday…” Pinkie said shockingly astutely, leaving everypony present in stunned silence. “What? I know comedy, and that pony is using comedy to cover up sadness!”

“Well, that’s that,” said Rainbow Dash. “I felt good five minutes ago and now I don’t.”

“That…” Twilight started. “Maybe we should find a different actor for the next movie night…”

“Rarity, can I borrow your projector and movie? I wanna learn some of his tricks!” Pinkie said happily, having bounced back to her normal countenance.

“Of course darling, just be sure to take care of it,” Rarity said, getting up off the couch. “This was a gift from a particular pony for designing her wedding dress!”

“Are you sure you think it’s a good idea for her to be trying… ‘tricks’ from that movie?” Frederic whispered.

“Oh, she’s done worse,” Rarity whispered back. “Do you promise to take care of it?” she asked, directing her attention back to Pinkie.

“I promise!” Pinkie said, saluting Rarity then standing up to help the others clean up and put away the projector. Slowly but surely, the girls left one by one until Rarity and Frederic were left alone.

“Well, tonight was fun!” Rarity said with a smile.

“Yes, it was,” Frederic said. The two found themselves in a bit of an awkward silence.

“Erm… do you need me to walk you home?” Rarity asked.

“I think I can manage. You’re already home, and I don’t think it fair to make you walk me home just to come back,”

“That’s very kind of you, Frederic. Have your mother send me correspondence when you get there, okay?” Rarity said.

“I will. Have a good evening Rarity,” Frederic said with a smile, turning to leave.

“Oh, before you go…” Rarity said. When Frederic turned, he found himself locked in a moment he’d hold dearly for quite some time. Rarity leaned up and quickly planted a kiss on Frederic’s cheek. She took a step back, smiling brightly, a bright blush painted across her cheeks, illuminating her sapphire blue eyes. “Have a good night, Frederic…” she said softly, winking at him as she closed the door to her Boutique.

Frederic merely sat there, stunned as he stared at the Boutique’s door. He eventually came to his senses, slowly making his way home, thoroughly unable to remove his hoof from where Rarity’s kiss had landed on his cheek, smiling softly at the thought.


Rarity spent the next hour or so cleaning up and putting things away, when a letter popped into existence near the front door. She made her way over to it, finding it was from Orianne. She opened and read it, giving a small sigh of relief.

“Oh good, he made it home alright…” Rarity said softly. “Now I can rest easy…” she said. She made her way upstairs, slipping on her robes and sliding into bed. As she lay there, she reviewed the day’s events, and found that her heart would begin to race every time Frederic came to mind.

If I haven’t already… then definitely…


Frederic made his way into the bathroom, brushing his teeth. Alright… tomorrow I have to practice and then head over to the schoolhouse to resume my tutoring duties, as far as my body can handle, he thought.

“So… how went it with Rarity?” Orianne asked from just outside the bathroom, causing him to almost choke on his toothbrush.

“It… it was a good time,” said Frederic.

“Well, tell me more,” she said. “What did you do?”

“We went shopping for snacks and drinks, then we chatted for a bit, we went to the Boutique, watched the movie then I came home,” Frederic said, giving her the blandest possible answer he could think off. “Her friends came over to watch with us.”

“That smile on your face says otherwise… you cannot lie to your mother, my darling. I have been looking at your beautiful face since the day I brought you into the world,” Orianne said softly. “She’s good for you, Frederic. I wouldn’t wait too long…” she said. “Good night Frederic,” she said, moving into the next room and turning off the light.

“Good night, mother…” Frederic said, moving into his own bedroom and crawling into bed. He got comfortable, and closed his eyes. As his mind began to wander, it arrived to what had occurred during the movie. The feeling of closeness, the small gestures, the scent of her perfume on his coat…

Well… things are definitely going somewhere. Where that is, I’m not sure yet, but I think I have an idea…

He tried to brush the thought from his mind, rolling over onto his back. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see her.

Damn it.