Pinkie Pie jumped up and down with excitement down the street. She was so thrilled that Rarity had invited her over. Now, Pinkie loved Rarity, but the dress-maker was not usually one to tolerate such a spunky spirit. Nevertheless, the pink party pony bounced down the street to Rarity's home.
The sky was blue, the birds chirped, and the grass was as green as the emeralds on Rarity's door. Pinkie knocked on this door, her blue eyes wide as she admired the jewels adorning the framework before her. It was amazing to think that nopony had stolen them, for Ponyville had gone a bit downhill lately. With a creak, Rarity opened the door and revealed herself.
"Oh!" Rarity said with a smile,"Pinkie! Come on in, dear." Rarity looked a little disheveled compared to her usual beauty, but Pinkie Pie was too enthralled to notice. Pinkie entered the house with an excited squeal.
"Hey, Rarity!" the party pony beamed, grinning from ear to ear. "What're we gonna do today, huh? Bake or dig or explore or hike or prank ponies or-"Her very long question was cut off by a manicured hoof shoved in her face. Rarity looked at Pinkie with a sweet twinkle in her eye, but said nothing yet.
"Darling, I asked you over to see if you'd help me with a dress," the unicorn confessed with a flip of her gorgeous purple mane. 'Pinkie Pie has quite the imagination, and is super awesome, so maybe she could make some cool dresses?' was the idea Pinkie had, so she quickly agreed. The pink party pony had no clue how deep she'd gotten herself, though.
Down in Rarity's cellar, it was kind of dusty and gross. Usually Rarity kept things clean and tidy, so she must not come down here a lot. "Pick out some fabric you like," Rarity instructed her guest, staying on the steps that got them down here. There was a section off to the left of the stairs guarded by a door cracked open, but there was no fabric over there, she assured the pink pony.
"There're so many colors and textures and-Oooohhh!" Pinkie Pie had gotten herself into a little box of soft, pink cloth with little yellow and blue balloons on it. This made Rarity smile, for she'd known this would attract the pony's eyes. "Rarity, can I use this one? Please-please-PLEAASSSEEE?"
"I suppose so, darling," Rarity called from the stairs, moving to go back upstairs. "Come on, now. Don't want to waste any time dilly-dallying, now do we?" Pinkie sped back up the stairs, holding her fabric of choice in her mouth delicately.
With one last glance down the steps, Rarity bumped the cellar door shut with her hip. As she walked away, though, she failed to notice the door was open just a touch. Rarity stomped down on the wooden floor as she followed her guest, a smug smile spread across her face.