>The morning light shines in, a thin sliver managing to find its way through the blinds and right on your left eye.
>You let out a small groan, burying your face into the soft, fuzzy pillow in front of you.
>You feel something pull you closer to the pillow and notice its really warm.
>And smells faintly of mane and coat care products.
>And has a faint heartbeat.
>That's right. You remember now.
>Last night after you and rarity took a much needed shower, you went into her room and onto her comfy bed.
>For hours you laid there snuggling, talking about random things.
>She talked to you about some jobs she's had recently, some new fabric she's been working with, a couple of unruly and demanding clients.
>You followed as best you could, catching most of it.
>She listened while you talked about school, your friends, some of your latest escapades to find your cutiemark.
>And surprisingly... She listened.
>It was really weird at first, but gradually it got easier and by the end felt completely natural.
>You're not sure what has given her this sudden change of heart, and really you don't care.
>You're just happy to be spending more time with her.
>And slowly, you fell asleep in her hooves.
>You expected her to move you to your bed when you fell asleep and are pleasantly surprised to see she didn't.
>Yawning into her silky white coat, you wrap your own hooves around her, giving her a tight hug.
>Opening your eyes, you look up to see her still sound asleep.
>Oh! You have a great idea! You'll make her breakfast before she wakes up,
>You're sure she'll love it.
>Slowly sliding out of the bed, you clop down on the floor as lightly as you can.
>You hear Rarity murmur something in her sleep before turning on her stomach and wrapping her hooves around the pillow.
>It's actually pretty cute.
>Giggling to yourself, you excitedly hurry out of her room and down the stairs, making your way to the kitchen.
>What should you make the two of you?
>You're not allowed to touch the stove anymore, so you can't make pancakes, eggs, or pretty much anything really...
>Hm, this is going to pose a problem.
>You think for a moment.
>What kind of food makes you the happiest?
>You have a great idea.
>You drag a chair to the fridge to get started.
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>Sitting eagerly in your chair, you wait for Rarity to wake up and come into the kitchen.
>You worked hard to prepare the meal in front of you, and ended up making a little bit of a mess in the process.
>You'll worry about that later though.
>Finally, you see her come around the corner.
>Her eyes closed in a yawn, she greets you.
>"Good morning swee-"
>She stops as her eyes fall on the table, her mouth still hanging open as she looks at the table.
>Her eyes scan the two bowls of liquid ice cream, traveling along the plate of slightly mashed and clumsily put together sandwiches.
>Finally they stop at the glasses of apple juice, covered slightly in ice cream.
>You set there, grinning at her.
>Clearly she's speechless!
>"W-what did you do? The kitchen is a mess!"
>"I made us breakfast!" You reply obliviously.
>"Right... If course... So, salad with oatmeal then? Sounds like a wonderful breakfast." She tells you, smiling uneasily.
>Salad and oatmeal? This is clearly ice cream and sandwiches.
>"I didn't make any oatmeal though. Or salad." You tell her, raising your eyebrow.
>"Then what's in the bowl?" She asks, stepping up to the table and leaning in.
>She gives its contents a couple of short sniffs before backing away.
>"Is this ice cream?" She asks, backing away a bit.
>"Yep! B-but you took a little longer to get up than I expected, so it got all melty..."
>"What on earth convinced you that ice cream would make a good breakfast food?" She asks, looking the glasses over. "And you got it all over the place."
>"I knew it wasn't! That's why I made sandwiches too!"
>Because you're not supposed to eat dessert by itself and ice cream is a dessert.
>it's like... A rule or something.
>So you made the sandwiches to eat first.
>That totally made sense.
>"And I had some trouble putting the sandwiches together, especially after the ice cream got my hooves all dirty..."
>Suddenly the breakfast you prepared the two of you doesn't look nearly as appealing.
>You notice brown streaks from the ice cream all over the table, glasses and the sandwich itself.
>When did those get there?
>"I do appreciate the sentiment, but judging from that look, I suppose you wouldn't be opposed to me preparing a slightly... 'Different' breakfast?"
>You know what she means, and it does hurt your feelings a little bit, but it's probably for the best.
>Maybe she'll at least let you help?
>"Can I help?" You ask, hopping down from your seat as she starts to clean up the mess.
>She stays quiet for a moment as she carries the dishes over to the sink to clean them out after dumping the sandwiches into the trash.
>You know they probably wouldn't have tasted good, but seeing it still kind of hurts your little heart a little bit.
>"Well... I suppose it couldn't hurt to let you mix the batter." She says, rinsing out the bowls.
>Two cabinets to her left are set aglow as they open up, a large mixing bowl floating out of it.
>Another cabinet opens up and a few more items are set on the counter.
>Flower, sugar, vanilla, eggs, milk and a few other things.
>You watch as she pulls out a whisk and measures out different amounts of the ingredients, dropping them into the bowl.
>After she mixes it for a bit, she lowers it to you.
>"There. Mix that up until it's a thick batter that's the same color all around, alright? In the meantime I'll work on getting the kitchen cleaned up.
>You grin up at her, nodding swiftly. "Okay!"
>She's really letting you help!
>You can't mess this up.
>Taking a seat in front of the bowl, you take the whisk into your hoof.
>Oh, wow, that's thicker than you expected it to be.
>It's sort of hard to turn...
>But you can do this!
>Firmly grasping the edge of the bowl, you take the whisk and slowly start to mix the ingredients together,
>You zone out, watching as the yellow of the eggs mixes in with the white of the flower and milk.
>A little bit splatters out onto your hoof, but you really don't mind.
>Finally, your arm sore, you look down at the smooth mixture.
>You did it!
>"Hey! Rarity! It's done!" You tell her, hopping to your hooves.
>She looks up from cleaning ice cream off of the front of the fridge to look over your concoction.
>"Very good Sweetie!" She praises, causing a fuzzy warm feeling to well up inside you.
>She slides the bowl away, lifting it back over to the counter.
>"Be a dear and set the table, would you?" She asks, pointing to a small pile of clean dishes on the counter stacked on a tray.
>You give a small salute before running up to the countertop to grab them.
>"You got it, boss!"
>She stops pouring the batter to look down at you with a deadpan.
>"Please don't call me that."
>You giggle, saluting again.
>"Yes mam!"
>She stares at you for a couple of seconds before getting back to making what you have figured out is waffles.
>Hopping up and using your legs to balance high enough to reach the dishes, you take the tray they're setting on in your mouth.
>Pushing off of the side of the counter, your hooves land on the ground, the dishes clattering and swaying a bit, threatening to fall over.
>You fall completely still as they sway to the left, then to the right before finally standing still.
>Letting out an audible "phew", you trot over to the table, prepared to set it like nopony has set a table before.
>You slide the tray onto the tabletop, hopping up on one of the chairs.
>Two plates, two forks, two glasses and a small argyle of syrup.
>In no time you have all of the dishes set at opposite ends of the table with the tray and syrup staying at the center, prepared for the plate of waffles.
>You look out on your masterpiece, smiling as you take your seat in your chair.
>You can smell them cooking behind you and look back to see Rarity humming to herself as she pulls down a plate.
>"Aaaand, all done!~" she says in a singsong voice, levitating several of the flat discs onto the plate.
>She pulls a pitcher of orange juice out of the fridge and carries the two over to the table, setting them on the tray.
>"There. That's better." She looks over the small meal with a satisfied nod before taking her seat opposite of you.
>"So, have you decided what you want to do today, Sweetie?"
 >You nod as you fork a couple of waffles onto your plate.
 >"Yeah! I want to spend the day doing fashion things with you!' You squeak, picking the argyle up in your mouth and dumping probably way too much syrup on your waffles.
 >Rarity seems a bit confused by this request, taking the argyle from you before you have a chance to drown your waffles in any more syrup.
 >"'Fashion things'?" She asks, dribbling just a dab of syrup over her own waffles. "What ever do you mean?"
 >You think for a moment. You're not entirely sure what you mean either, but you know you want to spend time with her while she does fashion things.
 >"W-well, we could play dress-up! And maybe you could make me an outfit like yours so I can do that Dom thing with my friends!"
 >You're not sure why, but she almost seems a little hurt.
  >You look down at your plate, pushing the waffles around a bit before speaking up.
 >"I-Is that bad?" You ask, sliding back in your chair a bit.
 >"Well, I sort of took the day off so I wouldn't have to be bothered with work while we spent time together. It seems that working on something that would take my attention away from that would sort of defeat the purpose."
 >Well... That makes sense, but still. You were sort of looking forward to her teaching you how to be like her.
 >You assume she sees the look of disappointment on your face, because she gives a defeated sigh.
 >"I'll tell you what. We'll spend the day doing other things, and when we get back I'll see what I can't whip up for a design and give you a few pointers, how's that?"