"So...what are we here for, again?"
>"C'mon, Anon, you can't tell me you've never been to a mall before!" She says giddily.
>A sea of prismatic ponies ebbs and flows around you, each paying little heed to the thin, gangly creature towering above them.
>You smirk a little, seeing as how you're eye level with the tops of most of the potted plants.
"Well, never for fun..."
>Twilight shoots you an exasperated glare.
>"I guess I'll have to show you, won't I." Her demeanor changes almost instantly to glee. "This way!" She exclaims, gesturing you on.
>You spend most of the rest of the day moving from shop to shop, observing fares as diverse as fine (vegetarian) cuisine, Celestia-themed gift shops, mane styling, and hooficures.
>As much as you couldn't participate in all of the equine-oriented activities, by the end of the day, you were starting to enjoy it.
>In fact, sitting on a ridiculously undersized bench, you couldn't help but smile as you observed a relaxed Twilight melting over a comfortable recliner, her hooves being polished to a shine.
>"Darling!"
 
>You turned to the source of a familiar voice, and noticed a white unicorn with a shamelessly fashionable blue mane partially obscured under a fastidiously gem-ridden chapeau.
>Rarity, having eyed Twilight first, met your eyes and blushed.
>"...oh, and...good day to you as well, Anon."
>Twilight had popped up.
>"Hey, Rarity! Getting a hooficure, too?"
>"Well, of course! I was just in town, and I had the urge--I never fancied meeting you here, what a splendid surprise!"
>The attendants at the salon had practically already seated Rarity as soon as she came in.
>She must practically live here on the weekends.
>The unicorn and former unicorn catch up on frivolous events that transpired over the last week, and you decide to slump back on the bench a bit, not inclined to participate.
>"Anon, dear, you've been awful quiet; is something the matter?"
>You glance up from your near-trance to find both horned mares staring at you with those dinner plate eyes.
"Oh, uhm, no, everything's fine." You gave them a half-hearted smile.
>"That's...good" Rarity stated, with a semblance of sincerity.
>They soon continued on with their banter, and you might as well have been asleep.
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>"Anon, really, what's up? You've been out of it all day..." Twilight said, worry coloring her voice.
>As if by instinct, you started:
"It's nothing--"
>--but that was the wrong answer.
>A violet haze materialized over you as you were suddenly turned about, your eyes meeting the purple mare's serious gaze.
>"It's not nothing," she stated sternly. Some amount of sympathy leaked into her expression, as her voice notably softened. "Whatever it is, you can tell me."
>You didn't want to tell her. But...
"I...just think malls aren't my thing, Twilight."
>She raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
"Guess not," you stated lightly. "It doesn't matter, Twi; I still enjoyed spending the day with you, it's just..."
>"Oh, I know, Anon." She nuzzled you. "You didn't have my attention, did you."
>You blushed.
>"Well, now you do, because I'm done for the day. What do you say we go home, and..." She smiled.
>She didn't finish that sentence.
>She didn't need to.
"I would love to, Miss Sparkle."
>"I told you, don't call me that." She showed a playful grin, and the two of you wedged your way through the mob of equines toward the exit, and toward whatever splendor awaited the two of you at her home.
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