Rarity stood in her showroom, organizing the dresses on display. She was interrupted by knocking on her door. “Coming, darling.”
It was Rainbow Dash, looking around nervously. “D-Do you have the stuff?” Rarity began to answer before Rainbow Dash shushed her. “Not so loud!”
She entered and Rarity sat, hovering an inconspicuous satchel into her forehooves. It contained foal clothes, for the foal in Rainbow’s belly. “Unisex colours only, darling. I made orange, green, and purple.”
Rainbow sat and took out two. “Aw, these are so cute, Rarity! Thank you!”
“You like girly stuff, Rainbow Dash?” Scootaloo said from the clothes hamper also holding Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. Rainbow and Rarity yelped. Cutie-Mark Crusader spies they weren’t.
Rainbow’s natural response was to dash off instantly, but she was much slower than usual. “Rainbow Dash?” Rainbow ignored Scootaloo the long and awkward way to the door, then slowly hovering away.
