After a day exploring some of Manehattan's odder stores, Rarity takes the Cutie Mark Crusaders out to dinner at a fine-dining restaurant. A comment regarding a dirty fork leads to profuse apology and much more ... and then things get very weird.
Based on a Monty Python sketch or two ...
Now with its own reading (by No One and Nobody) on YouTube: watch here.
How was Manehatten?
You Me Bed Now
I wasn't expecting that!
Gilded or Gelded ?
Ya got me....
NO PONY EXPECTS THE DERPY INQUISITION!
Another bucket for Mademoiselle Rarity !!
And fetch the cleaning mare.
The callback to your previous fic was a well-fit touch.
EDIT:
Eww, now I'm stuck with the image of Rarity as Mr Creosote...
...just as I'm going to sleep.
All for the want of a clean fork.