The coming of a new year.

Returning to the boutique I was met by an intense smell of cleaning agents and my sister's signature hair sprays.

"Rarity what have you been doing?" I shouted at her over her Beethoofen music playing.

"Oh dear do refrain from yelling in the shop Sweetie. It's unbecoming." Rarity said shutting off the music.

"Ok I'll ask again what have you been doing?"

"Oh just some simple cleaning and reorganization."

I looked around and noticed that the kitchen was sparkling now along with the cloth curtains being repaired. Among other things I noticed the various papers gone.

"Rarity about earlier-"

I was interrupted by my sister starting to tremble and cry.

"I know Sweetie, I'm never going to be successful at this rate but how could I say no to anypony? It's in my nature to be generous to those who can't help themselves."

"I could stay here and help out if you need me too."

"I couldn't possibly ask that but I might just take up your offer for a few more bits. I know I'm going to be needing them soon."

"Of course Rarity. Let me just send a letter to Lyra and then we can go out to dinner."

"Sounds like a plan."

Outside a shadowy pony clicked on his interdimensional transceiver.

"The target has arrived."