…After checking his map and finding Twilight's castle, he walked out of Sugar Cube Corner and into the unknown of Ponyville. He didn't know anypony, and he preferred to keep it that way. After all, he only associated with other ponies if he absolutely had to. So to say that he was not looking forward to these friendship lessons was a bit of an understatement.

He passed by a certain building that looked like it had been built by circus ponies. He sputtered a bit at its funny design before heading on towards the castle. He had only taken a few hoof steps when an oddly familiar voice rang in his ear. "You!" The voice said in a shrill and somewhat sophisticated manner, "you insult me at Sugar Cube Corner and you have the GALL to come prancing by my boutique as if nothing happened!"

He turned and groaned a bit, for there was the white coated unicorn that had been in line in front of him. "Look, unicorn," he said in disgust, "I already told you I'm not apologizing for it."

She sneered at him. "HM! Well, I've never met such a dreadful pony in all my life!"

"Takes one to know one," he said snidely.

"You beast!" She shouted at him, "how dare you make a mockery of Rarity, the finest fashion designer in all of Equestria!"

"Oh, oh, I'm so sorry," he said sarcastically, "I didn't realize I was addressing a unicorn who's only thought and practice is in meaningless fabric."

She snorted a bit and rubbed her hoof on the ground in anger. "Meaningless fabric, you say?" she scoffed, "well, that 'meaningless fabric' could be used to create a divine jacket for you. It is cold out here. Why in Equestria aren't you properly bundled up?"

He groaned again. Who was this unicorn, and why on earth did she go from insulting him to offering him a jacket? "Look, unicorn," he said again, "I'm fine-"

"The name's Rarity," she said pointedly, "and I'd like it if you would call me that instead of simply referring to me as 'unicorn.'"

"I'll call you whatever I darn well please," he said, "I don't care about your feelings. I really don't give a crap, because your kind doesn't give a crap about where or when you practice your disgusting magic!" With that, he stomped at the ground and trotted off towards the castle.

Rarity's mouth fell open. Why, I never…I've never been spoken to like that in my life! Not even Sweetie Belle dares to speak to me like that! With that, tears began to fall and she raced back inside her shop. Here she had tried to be the bigger pony. She had realized that she was out of line just as much as he was and she tried to be nice. She had even offered to make him a coat to wear, and he had run off.

I just don't understand it, she thought, how could somepony refuse an offer like that? I was only trying to be generous. It's what I do. But now…now I fear I have driven away a potential friend. She sighed as her crying spell ended. I must do something about this! She said to herself, I'll show him who's the bigger pony. I'll make him a jacket and personally deliver it to him. Then he'll have to talk to me!

She had managed to get a good look at his body and, using her extensive knowledge of fabrics, accessories, and the like, crafted him a one-of-a-kind jacket. After finishing it, she stepped back and took a moment to admire her handiwork. "Yes," she said out loud, "I do believe he will enjoy it. At least, I hope he does." With that she boxed up the jacket and dashed out the door and towards Twilight's palace…