Of the millions of worlds in existence and the countless possibilities of life, this is the recordings of one conversation between two talking ponies. You may now freak out.

Rarity was all the most enamored with her self appointed job of a seamstress, though she would describe it more as an artiste with fabric. To stitch, to cut away the excess, to manipulate fold after fold and sink anchors to her greatly discerning eye and accompany her already splendid work with crystals of all manner was but one dream of hers fulfilled. Her love for her work was exhibited all too diligently by every careful stick of her needled thread through silk and cotton.

This peace, like all, did not last. Fluttershy burst through the door, panting like a dog on the verge of a heat stroke, and slammed the door behind her. Rarity held up a hoof that had been stuck deep with a needle and turned to face her friend. “Fluttershy, what a pleasant surprise.” She then hobbled over to a drawer at the edge of the room. “You’ll have to excuse me, all your explosive behavior caused me a little inconvenience. Is something amiss?” She then bit one end of the needle, yanked it out, and began rubbing her wound with an old scrap of cloth set aside for what she always considered “Sweetie Belle interruptions.” She was used to this by now.

Fluttershy drew all the curtains in the room she could find and left only one open a crack so that she could peep outside the shop. “Somepony’s trying to get me!”

“Oh good heavens! Who?”

“I don’t know his name, I remember him being on a bus and saying ‘Hi’ to me and scaring me away!” Fluttershy exclaimed, on the verge of tears. “And then next thing I know he was in front of my house!”

“I see,” Rarity then gave pause and silently contemplated the subject. Not long after this did she burst out with a conclusion. “And did this pony hurt you in any way?”

“Well, no, but he did spook all my forest friends away. Plus he’s really loud.”

Rarity then used her hoof to hide a giant grin forming on her face. “Oh Fluttershy, I believe you may be mistaken, then.”

“No, wait, but you don’t understand!”

“Oh, but I do!” Rarity then went up to her friend. “It seems somepony of ours has a secret admirer!” She declared in a sing-song voice.

“Huh?”

“Fluttershy, darling, it may very well have been love at first sight! And the least you may do, as a proper lady, is to at least acknowledge his advances.” Rarity then dollied up her mane a bit more and put aside all her accessories that helped her in her textile endeavors. “If only if to rebuff them.”

“But, what if he’s trying to kill me?”

“Oh, Fluttershy, who would ever wish to kill you?”

“Crazy ponies, like the one that is waiting outside my house?”

“You must stop with this foolishness. Nothing bad shall happen, I assure you. Now if we hurry he may still be waiting.”

So without further objections, or at least none that would quell the massive desire of Rarity to conduct romance, the duo headed out of Rarity’s abode and over to Fluttershy’s.

Author's Note

During the writing for this I accidentally typed "Well, no, but he did spooky all my forest friends away..."

I immediately got spooked while editing this.