Rarityesque

Rarity charged in, her head held high and with a big, wide grin spread across her white muzzle. "Nobody. Say. ANYTHING!"  She slapped a rolled up poster on the table, shoving the checker board off with her hoof.  The poster glowed with Rarity's clear blue magic as she spread it across the table. It was a picture of a unicorn with a flowing blue, lemon and desert coloured mane with a light oasis coloured  coat, flipping her head back, and spreading her hooves out. "Desert La Ment? The famous singer?" Applejack raised an eyebrow, taking a look at the poster. Rarity bounced (gracefully, of course) and squealed. "I got us all tickets to tomorrow nights show!" She announced with glee. "But Rarity!" Twilight began "You despise Desert

LaMent!"

"Oh yes, quite, darling! But perhaps her mother with be there! Saharah Grace Couture!" (At this moment spike faints due to over dose of OC) "She is the most loved pony in all of Baltimare! And she is a top-notch designer, too."

Rarity pulled out a catalogue from her saddlebag. The words "JUICY STEPS, CLEMINTINE DESIGN" plastered over the cover. "Her shoes are the ones that every pony wants, clemintine, limeade and purple satsuma are the popularist."

Applejack shook her head. "But popularist isn't a word..."

"It doesn't have to make sense! ITS FASHION!" Rarity grinned. Pinkie pie hopped above the others heads, babbling about flavours of citrus shoes. "And Orange and Lemon! That would be delicious! Gaaaasp! Do they have potato lime flavour?"