Last time on Rarity “Quest”:
 
        You stopped for some lunch in town, buying wraps from a mare attending a wrap sales cart before Sweetie Belle plowed into your legs, eager to meet her friends for a club meeting and lunch. Her stomach growled fiercely, so you bought her and her friends wrap out of pity, making sure to grab an extra for Rarity. The one for Rarity was gifted by the wraps salesmare for your patronage, and because she apparently finds you handsome. She laid it on a bit thick, but you still kissed her hoof and thanked her before heading over to Rarity's to check on your outfit.
        When you arrived, you were surprised to find Pinkie chatting with a slightly ruffled Rarity. After a brief conversation, you learned that Rarity was upset about something that happened the previous day. Pinkie was chased off by Rarity before she could spill the beans though.
        You and Rarity took a lunch break together, munching on your wraps before sharing a bite of each others. Strangely, the two of you felt incredibly sleepy right after. Whether you ate too fast, there was something in the wrap, or some other variable, you can't say. But in the end, you and Rarity fell asleep with one another on a couch in her work space.
        Your moment of serenity was shattered when the CMC came charging in, introducing Applebloom and Scootaloo to you while thanking you for the food. To your surprise, you found that you and Rarity had slept for the entirety of the afternoon. The CMC excused themselves upstairs for a sleepover while you and Rarity had a brief chat. You decided to help her out by checking in on the CMC, who ambushed you in a dark room and started a tickle war.
        Rarity rushed to your aid, only to be attacked by the CMC herself. Unfortunately for her, they were more effective at tickling her than yourself. You apprehended her attackers, only to be betrayed. But in the end, after a long night of tickle fights, board games, and late night snack making that all blurred together, the CMC were tuckered out. You helped put them to bed, before Rarity pulled you over to a guest room to sleep in. She gave you an affectionate hug before excusing herself to bed, and you drifted into a peaceful slumber.
 
>You awake to the sound of voices coming from downstairs, and the air around you seems hazy. >You take a deep breath as you stretch your arms and sit upright, only to be greeted with the smell of smoke.
>A quick inspection reveals the room around you is remarkably flame free, so you're in no immediate danger.
>Based on what you hear, the voices from below aren't panicked.
>The haze in the room is thin and wispy, but a charred smell permeates everything.
 
>You put the back of your hand against the door and it's knob, checking if there's a fire outside the room. It's room temperature, which is fairly cool, so you're certain you're safe for now.
>You open the door and begin to head out, only to barely avoid tripping over Rarity, who lies in the hallway.
 
>You kneel beside her, checking her breath and putting a hand to her neck for a pulse. She's.....sleeping.
 
>Deciding leaving a lady such as Rarity on the floor would be ungentlemanly, you gently put your arms under her and begin to lift, doing your best not to wake her.
>She's a little heavier than she looks, and you strain to maintain your balance as you rise. You throw out a foot behind you to maintain your balance.
>With a thud, your foot finds floor, and you keep your balance. The sound causes the voices downstairs to quiet suddenly, and Rarity murmurs, shifting in your arms.
>You hold your breath and remain still, waiting for her to go back to sleep.
>A tiny smile crosses her face as she rolls over in your arms, her face pointing towards your chest, with her hooves curled in front of her. Her hair is a strayed mess, though it keeps most of its original shape, and you have the urge to straighten a lock back over her ear, though you resist.
>You quietly turn around and look for her room.
>You recognize the room the CMC were in, and the guest room is now behind you.
>The door across the hall and over to the left seems a different shade than the others, and light peeks out from under the door. Most likely it is Rarity's room.
>Then again, the guest room is right behind you. And a bed is a bed, right?
 
>To avoid confusing or upsetting her, you decide to put her in her own bed.
>You hold Rarity carefully, both arms under her as you begin to walk towards her room.
>Your steps are a little heavier, but Rarity slumbers happily in your arms as you walk.
>You reach her room and maneuver the door open carefully.
>Her room is spacious, with a large window on the opposite end, through which the sun shines brightly. There are stacks of fabric in one corner, near another pony shaped mannequin and a work desk. A large body mirror sits next to a nightstand adjacent to her canopy bed, royal purple covers neatly folded and adorned with tiny gems that make it sparkle gently in the morning light.
>You slowly walk her to her bed, peeling back the covers without dropping Rarity, before lying her in her bed and covering her.
>She lets out a sigh of relief before rolling over and taking a pillow in her front hooves, pulling it to her in a hug as she resumes sleeping.
>You breathe your own sigh of relief as you slowly withdraw from the room, shutting the door quietly.
 
>You turn around to find the three CMC staring up at you silently, little black marks of soot and grime on their faces and tiny little aprons they wear.
>You nearly jump out of your socks at their sudden appearance, nearly slamming into Rarity's door before you recover
>You notice Scootaloo wears a chef's hat, while Applebloom wears her standard bow. Their manes, from what you can see of Scootaloo's, are messy and have bits of flour in them.
>The three begin to giggle before you make a shushing noise and point towards the stairs, giving them a smile in return as you recover from your little scare
>They bound happily, and a little noisily, down the hallway and back downstairs as you follow
>You get to the kitchen only to find a war zone
>The light smoke is coming from something burning on the skillet, batter and flour are everywhere, drawers are half open, and some burnt toast lies on the table.
>You see a blender loaded with eggs, a banana, carrots, and.....hay?
 
>"As you can see, we were making breakfast while you and Rarity were asleep!" Sweetie proclaims, bouncing up and down excitedly.
>Applebloom kicks the floor, "Well, it wasn't turnin out like I'd hoped...."
>"That's alright Applebloom, my awesome shake will make up for you burning the pancakes! I just know Rarity and her boyfriend will love it!"
 
>"I'm....you know what? Let's not get into that right now," you say, "How about you girls clean up a little and I'll help you cook some food. That sound good?"
>"You bet!" Sweetie Belle says before grabbing a kitchen towel in her teeth and bouncing around wiping off counters and drawers
>Scootaloo moves to start the blender, but you stop her. "Thanks for the offer Scootaloo, but uh, I don't think I can eat all that together. Especially not the eggs with shells on them still."
>She grunts and folds her hooves together over her apron, pouting.
>You're about to say something to her when there's a tug on your pant leg.
>You look down into the big, watery eyes of Appleblooms, "I-I'm sorry. I was just trying to help."
>You assure her it's alright, and that you'll show her how to make some pancakes.
 
>After clean up is finally done, you toss out the burnt remains of food and take inventory of what you have available to you.
>You've got flour, milk, about a dozen eggs, sugar, and bread.
>You vaguely remember how to make pancakes the right way, and scrambling eggs isn't tough, so you decide to show the CMC how to make those.
 
 
>The CMC crowd around you and the mixing bowl as you put some flour, milk, and eggs into it and whisk them together. You forget the exact measurements you require, but you think you remember the appropriate ratios.
>You toss in a little sugar and after everything is well blended, pour some onto the buttered skillet and begin cooking, telling the CMC about when you can tell to turn the pancakes over by the edges firming up and so on.
>They watch intently as you flip the pancake over, revealing the other side to be a rich golden brown. Maybe a little dark, but still well within edible range.
>The pancake making goes smoothly, for the most part. There's only a hiccup when you let Applebloom try her hoof at it. She gets too excited and flips the pancake early. Or rather, attempts to. The not nearly firm enough pancake scrambles itself, and Applebloom appears to be on the verge of tears.
>The other CMC try to console her, but she just stares at the pancake and grits the spatula in her mouth.
>You pat her on the head and tell her it's alright, mistakes happen.
>She sniffles and mumbles out an apology.
>You put an arm around her and give her a small hug, trying to cheer her up. She sets the spatula in your other hand and smiles at you, sniffling once more before regaining her composure.
>You tell her she can brew some tea, if there is any, to go with the meal if she's alright with that.
>She nods before rummaging through the cupboards for tea.
 
 
>The pancakes are finally finished and in a steaming pile on a nearby plate, so it's time for the eggs. Scootaloo volunteers to help.
>It's straight forward and Scootaloo takes over for you, standing on a stool while shifting the eggs during their cook time.
>You turn around to help Applebloom reach some tea on a high shelf, and when you turn back you see the eggs coated with pepper, the shaker still in Scootaloo's mouth as she looks at you with wide eyes. It seems the cap popped off.
>You sigh. This is becoming a hassle.
>Still, you showed kindness to Applebloom when she messed up, so you do the same for Scootaloo, though she isn't sniffling about it.
>"I-It's not my fault! The stupid shaker must be faulty!"
>You have to toss the eggs and start over with a new batch. It goes better this time, though without pepper they're a little bland.
 
>Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle finishes her cleaning and bouncing, wiping her brow with a different rag.
>You pour some milk for the CMC, who don't like Rarity's brand of tea, and set up the plates.
>Finally, everything is done and set up. You tell the CMC to go wash up before they eat, which leaves you to yourself for a moment.
 
>You have an idea, and rummage around the kitchen while the CMC bound happily back into the kitchen, excited about making breakfast.
>You find a tray that would work for breakfast in bed, and quickly set up a plate with pancakes, eggs, and a cup of tea, with the proper utensils of course.
>The CMC watch you, and you tell them to sit at the table, you'll be right back.
 
>You carefully maneuver back up the stairs with the tray of food, and knock softly on her door.
>There's no answer.
>You knock a little harder, calling out Rarity's name gently to try and wake her.
>Still no response.
 
>You give on more knock, the loudest of the three, and you think you hear some movement in the room
>You call out again, but get no response.
>Tired of trying, you open the door and enter back first.
>When you do turn back around so you can see where you're going, you see Rarity still asleep on the bed, though the covers are kicked aside while she clutches a pillow to her.
>Even as you watch she gives a yawn before rolling over, away from you. She must still be sleeping, or at the very least trying to.
>You walk over and put the tray of food on her nightstand, making as little noise as possible.
>You quickly retreat from the room and shut the door.
>No CMC are behind you this time to frighten you, and you head back downstairs.
 
>The CMC have dished themselves up some grub and are eating messily, talking through full mouths and giggling. You pull up a chair between Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo, taking a seat and piling up the pancakes for yourself.
>"What took you so long? You stop to smell her mane or something?"
>You nearly spray pancake and tea all over Applebloom at Scootaloo's words.
 
 
>You grab a napkin and make sure you didn't make a mess, before drinking the rest of your tea and clearing your throat while the CMC giggle
>"I just didn't want to disturb her while she was sleeping. She probably wouldn't want me in her room either, so I was knocking to see if she was awake. She wasn't so I left the food on her nightstand for her to wake up to. That's it."
>You put on a fake accent, "A gentleman doesn't enter a sleeping lady's bed chambers, young miss."
>Everyone shares a laugh and you all resume eating your breakfast, before you ask the CMC where Rarity was sleeping when they got up.
>"Oh, she was on the floor in the hall when we woke up. We didn't want to wake her, and thought we'd make breakfast, so we let her stay there," Applebloom replies.
>"Yeah, Rarity is cranky in the mornings sometimes," Sweetie Belle comments.
 
>"I am not!" Calls a familiar voice from behind you.
>You turn around, and of course, it's Rarity.
>"And if you all found me on the floor, then how exactly did I end up in my bed, hmm?"
 
>You rise from your seat and face Rarity, "That was me, sorry. You were laying on the floor, and I thought you'd prefer to be in your bed, so..."
>Rarity doesn't seem upset, thankfully. She looks at you, nods, and says "Well, thank you, I-"
>"What were you sleeping on the floor for anyway Rarity?" Sweetie Belle asks
>"Well, I-"
>"I bet she was camping out her boyfriends room," Scootaloo says.
 
>Rarity's face turns scarlet, and she struggles to find words, starting and stopping while looking between you and the CMC around you.
>You put a hand over your face and sigh, but the mental image of Rarity with a camping tent fills your head and you struggle to avoid laughing.
 
>Finally, Rarity gathers herself enough to speak coherently.
>"H-how dare you insinuate that I would wait outside someone's room like a...like a dog!"
>She's about to start up again when Sweetie looks at the clock on the wall and gasps, loudly. "Girls, we've got that thing to do for Miss Cheerilee today! We're gonna be late if we don't leave right now! Come on!"
>Applebloom leads the way, sprinting from the kitchen and the awkward sputtering from Rarity, Scootaloo gives you a funny look as she passes, bumping your leg, and Sweetie sticks around for a moment after the other two have left the boutique.
>"I'm real sorry about that mister," She says to you, "I'll have a talk with Scootaloo when we're done helping Miss Cheerilee."
>You nod in thanks as she turns to leave
>"Take care of my sister while I'm gone, okay?"
>And with that she bounds out of the room, leaving you and Rarity to stare after them, wide eyed with mouths agape.
 
>You turn to Rarity, who looks at you.
>"Well, it's not camping if there's no tent."
>She just stares at you for a moment, and the deadpan look on her face just breaks all semblance of control you had over your laughter.
>You start with a scoff, and it just builds and builds, until you have to take a seat, your nervousness being poured into your laughter.
>Eventually Rarity joins in, smiling slowly and laughing along side you. Whether it's the joke, or she's just laughing because you're laughing you can't tell, but she joins in for one reason or another and the two of you spend a good few minutes laughing together.
 
>When the two of you finally stop laughing, you ask if she had her breakfast.
>She wipes her eyes with a napkin via magic, "Yes, thank you. It was good." She looks at the kitchen, then back to you, "I'm going to assume you made it, since the kitchen doesn't look like a disaster."
>You nod, telling her you were showing the CMC how to make breakfast.
>"Well, thank you. My sister is not known for her cooking abilities, I must say." She looks at the clock on the wall, causing you to as well. It's about 11am.
>"Well, I still need to finish your outfit," she muses to herself before looking at you again. When she does, she looks you up and down and gives a small scowl, "Hmmm. Your clothes are all wrinkled and your hair is an absolute mess."
>You look down at yourself then back at her, commenting how you feel you could use a shower. You rise from your chair to help clean the mess, commenting you'll leave the boutique once you've finished cleaning so she can work.
>"Go into town looking disheveled like that? Oh, goodness no, I won't allow it! You march right upstairs and use the shower while I iron your clothes."
 
>You feel you could use a shower, and you see no reason to argue, so you help put the dishes in the sink before being guided upstairs by Rarity.
>She leads you to the bathroom, flipping on the light switch while she shows you where the soaps and shampoos are.
>She hands you a towel from a small cabinet and instructs you to undress before leaving the bathroom and standing just outside.
>You remove your clothes and hold them outside the room, feeling them lifted from your hands magically as Rarity tells you she'll have them done by the time you finish your shower.
 
>She shuts the door with a hoof and you turn the shower on, warming up and going about your standard bathing procedure.
 
>It's a little different, using a pony sized shower. You're taller than the head of the shower is, so you sort of have to bend at weird angles or just sit down in the tub to get your hair wet and lathered up.
>Despite this you begin to sing a jaunty tune, feeling pretty good about your morning so far, despite the awkward moment caused by Scootaloo.
>You put shampoo in your hair, then bend awkwardly to rinse it, getting some in your eye. It stings like hell, distracting you, and you bang your head on the shower head.
>You nearly lose your footing, but somehow recover and finish showering quickly. You step out of the shower, drying thoroughly.
>You wrap your waist with the towel and open the door a bit, looking around for Rarity.
>You hear voices from downstairs again, though you can't really tell who is speaking. There are three different voices, and one of them is Rarity you're certain.
>Your clothes are nowhere in sight.
 
 
You listen intently, trying to work out what's being said.
 
>"....and I am telling you, that is not the case!" Rarity, pretty clearly. She must be speaking rather loudly.
>"...But.....course....ironing.....what else?" A males voice. Sounds familiar, but you can't place it.
>"....right now?....bet...." A female's voice. Also familiar.
 
You can't really piece together what they're talking about, but it sounds like Rarity is on the defensive end of the conversation.
 
>Your head is still outside the bathroom when you hear someone approaching, their hoofsteps clearly audible since you were already listening.
>They're approaching steadily, but not speaking. In fact, all the voices have quieted down.
 
>In a moment of panic you quickly hide yourself in the bathroom closet, which stands surprisingly empty for the most part.
>The steps get closer, and you hear a door across the hall open then shut.
>The steps come to the bathroom, and in a moment of clarity you realize you forgot to turn the light off.
>A pony enters, from what you can hear, and murmurs something before her voice rings out, "You forgot to turn off your bathroom light!"
>It's female, and so familiar. And yet you can't think of who it belongs to.
>The light goes out and whoever it is leaves the bathroom. You sigh a sigh of relief, but you're still in the bathroom closet.
 
>You decide to wait in the closet for Rarity, though you're starting to get uncomfortable.
>This only increases when the light flicks back on, and you hear the bathroom door shut.
>The sound of a zipper being worked can be heard, followed quickly by a tinkling noise. Someone is using the bathroom while you hide in the closet.
>You scarce desire to breathe with this knowledge, doing everything you can to stay perfectly still and make as little noise in your breathing as possible.
 
>Eventually, they stop, the zipper sounds again, the toilet is flushed and the sound of a pony washing their hooves can be heard, before the light goes out once again.
>A distant door can be heard shutting. Possibly the front door.
>Your back is killing you and you strongly desire to leave the confines of the closet.
 
>You can't take it anymore, the closet is too cramped and you're dying for a breath of fresh air.
>You open the door as quietly as you can, exiting the bathroom closet and immediately stretching your back, causing the towel to drop to the floor.
>No sooner are you bending over to pick it up then the light comes on, flipped by an unseen hoof or with magic.
>You stand up abruptly, pulling your towel back up over your waist to find.....
 
 
>Wraps mare, wearing a jacket and visor that has the symbol of a wrap on it.
 
>The two of you stare blankly at one another after you recognize her, before her cheeks tint red.
>"O-oh my, I wasn't aware this was in use! S-sorry!"
>Despite her apology she doesn't leave, instead eying you up and down while you wonder what the hell she's doing here.
>Eventually, you put your question to words and ask what she's doing there.
>"Oh, Rarity made me this snazzy jacket to wear around when I'm not working. It'll help advertise. What're you doing here?"
>As she asks, you can tell she suddenly understands something, "Wait, the other day, when I gave you that wrap, your friend was Rarity?"
 
>She suddenly brings a hoof to her face, "Oh Celestia, how did I not recognize Sweetie Belle!"
 
>You tell her you thought Rarity's parents were here (again), so you hid, not wanting them to get the wrong idea.
>Rarity suddenly calls, "Is everything alright up there?"
>Wraps mare calls back, "Y-yeah, I'll be down in a sec!"
>"Well, uh, I better get going. You look.....busy. D-drop by my cart sometime and we can talk, alright?"
>And with that, she hurriedly heads back downstairs. After a while you hear the boutique doors shut again, and Rarity soon comes upstairs with your clothes, neatly folded.
>"I apologize for the delay, I had a set of customers come in to check on some work I completed for them. From before I was working on your outfit, I mean. I noticed she came up here to use the restroom. You....weren't still in here, were you?"
 
>You're about to tell her you hid in the closet when there's a knock at the boutique door.
>"Oh! It seems I have another customer. Here are your clothes, feel free to come downstairs when you're ready, whoever it is they'll understand you're a fellow customer.
>Through some feat of luck, you're spared having to explain yourself. For now.
 
>You don your clothes and are about to head downstairs when Rarity comes charging back up them, a look of terror on her face.
>"No! No no no nononononono," she whispers frantically, shoving you back into the upper hallway, knocking you to the floor with her momentum.
>You're about to ask why the hell she just tackled you when she puts a hoof to your mouth, "No! Be quiet! They'll hear you!"
>She looks over her shoulder, and laughs very, very loudly, and nervously, "O-oops, silly me I tripped on the stairs, haha haha!"
>You remove her hoof from your face and ask in a whisper who it is.
>Her pupils dilate a little further, her nose scrunching as she looks down at you.
 
>"My parents, they're back!"
 
>You ask her what the problem is, you're a customer after all.
>"Two times in three days? No, no it's far too suspicious, I'll never hear the end of it!"
>You ask again, what's the problem? Sweetie Belle is going to tell them that you've been hanging around eventually. Why not tell them herself?
>She takes a deep breath and sighs, "Y-you're right. They'll find out sooner or later." She bites her lip as she thinks, "What do I tell them? How do I explain?"
>She looks into your eyes as though searching for an answer, "You'll...you'll go down there and talk to them with me, right? Right?"
 
>"Of course," you reply, making her smile despite her panicked state.
>"Good, I...I knew I could count on you. But what do we tell them?"
 
>"Uh, how about the truth?"
>She stiffens a bit, biting her lower lip once again, "But...that is....I-I mean...it's not that simple..."
>"I mean, I stopped to check on my outfit, brought you lunch, and helped watch over the CMC for a night. They won't take that poorly, will they?"
>Her cheeks tint red and she laughs nervously, "N-no, I think they'll take that fine. I-I'm just over thinking things, yes, that's it. We'll tell them that. Thank you."
>Rarity lifts herself up off of you, allowing you to stand, as she heads back downstairs, her face still tinged red as you follow.
 
>No sooner does she enter the ground floor than you hear her mother speak, "Rarity? Are you alright? Your cheeks are rather red...."
>Shortly after she says that, you come into view, causing her to smile in your direction.
>"..Oh, I think I see why."
>"Well, well, look who it is!" Her father chimes in, walking over to you, "How's it going champ? Treating my daughter alright I hope?"
>"Father, please..." Rarity groans
>"Oops, sorry, I'll lay off the jokes this time," he smiles sheepishly at Rarity, "So, whatcha doin' here bucko?"
 
>You and Rarity explain what went on yesterday, getting smiles and nods of approval from both her parents.
>"Ha, real nice fella isn't he? Takin care of the girls like that."
>"And he's cute to boot!" Rarity's mother swoons, "You've done good finding him Rarity. Mamma's proud!"
>"M-mother, please, i-it's not-"
>"Oh don't you 'it's not what you think,' me, missy. I know these things when I see them."
 
>You sit silently for the most part, not wanting to cause a misunderstanding. But when the parents look at you, you smile back and tell them you're excited for your outfit. Rarity is very talented, after all.
>Rarity smiles at your compliment, and her parents nod their heads.
>"He even knows when to lay it on, eh?"
>"Just look at him Rarity! Why, if I were a single mare your age...."
>"Mother!"
>"Well, if he waits long enough, Sweetie might be chasing him next," her father chimes in, unable to resist laughing raucously.
>A hoof slams on a worktable and everyone's eyes go to Rarity, her teeth clenched momentarily before she understands what she's done and regains her posture.
>Nobody says anything, not wanting to break the awkward silence now hanging in the room.
 
 
>You gather the courage to ask if anyone wants a drink, feeling like you could use a stiff one yourself. Or maybe they'd care to grab lunch?
>"We ate before coming over here, thanks. But how about you and me head out for a drink? Let's let the ladies talk it out, yeah?"
>Rarity looks at you with a look that screams "Please, please don't encourage him."
 
>You agree to go for a drink, Rarity and her mother seeing the two of you off.
>You get outside and Rarity's father starts heading for town, encouraging you to walk beside him as he leads.
>"There's a place here I haven't been to since I first started seeing my wife. Be good to stop in and see how it is, and I doubt you knew it was around here either. Win-win, eh?"
>It's only a few minutes before you get to a small pub. It's open, even though the current time is nearing 1pm.
>He heads over to a semi circle booth with a worn wooden table in the center. Names, dates, and odd symbols are engraved, though you can't really tell what they say since they're so worn.
>A waitress takes your order, Rarity's father ordering beer for the two of you.
>You get your beers and he downs half of his in one go, a satisfied "Aaaah," sounding when he stops.
>You take a sip of your own as he begins talking.
>"You'll have to pardon the wife, I know that must've been hard to sit through. But I'll tell ya straight, you're a good guy. Don't know much about ya, but I've got a good feelin'." He takes another swig before continuing, "She just wants to see Rarity happy, ya know? But, that's if you're even interested in Rarity. You are, right? You can tell me, I won't gab to the girls about it."
 
>You confess you like her and wouldn't mind spending more time with her, and you think she's very talented and has a charming personality.
>"Give it to me in plain terms, son."
>You aren't sure if it's just simple friendship or something more yet. You don't want to rush things, since she's classy and might be easy to scare away.
>At this, he laughs, his laugh booming through the near empty pub, drowning out the light music in the background.
>Finally, he calms down, looking at you with a glint in his eye.
>You continue, the two of you met near randomly and you've only really been spending time with her the past few days. You showed up to have something repaired, not unlike many ponies who have come before.
>"But how many offered to babysit her younger sister? And who would she let actually do so, late at night in her own home? Nobody but her closest friends, at the very least. You say you've only known her a few days, and this is how she acts around you?"
>He chuckles to himself, finishing his drink and encouraging you to finish yours.
>"Mark my words boy, at this very moment my wife is saying the same stuff to her. You'll see."
>With that, he leaves the money for the drinks on the table and leads you out of the pub.
>"Well, I'm going to head back and visit the girl before wife and daughter tear each other apart. You take care, alright?"
>You nod, thanking him for the drink and picking up the tab.
>He just smiles, "Treat her right and we'll be sharing another round."
 
>"It'll be on me next time," you reply.
>He laughs, "That's the spirit! Go get 'er tiger."
>The two of you part ways, and you decide to seek out the wraps mare.
 
>You search around the area of town she was in last time, and spot her cart at a different junction.
>She's not there, however. It's a different mare, one with a pink body and light blue mane, compared to the original wrap mares cream body and dark chestnut mane.
 
>You approach the cart and order a wrap, specifically the one gifted to you for Rarity from last time. It's time to find out if the wrap had something not intended to be in it.
>"Good choice! It's a perfect time of day for Midsummer's Sleep wrap!"
>A what.
>She looks at you confusedly, "Didn't you know that's what it was called? It's named that because the flower blend in it is known for making people sleepy, usually leading to a feeling of comfort. It's perfect for people who want to take a nice nap!"
 
>With that mystery solved, you order a different wrap and decide to head home. You've had enough excitement for one day, thank you very much.
>You get to your home on the outskirts of town to find a note taped to your door. The handwriting is poor, but you eventually decipher it.
>"Thank you for playing with us. Sorry about Scootaloo. - CMC"
>You laugh a little as you take the note from the door and head into your humble abode, glad to finally relax today.
 
>And surprisingly, the rest of the day goes by uneventfully, allowing you to have a peaceful nights sleep.