Author's Note

Rarity's POV

Shared Cup of Tea: 4

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Pinkie Pie had just pulled me down to the café in which she is working. We both wear a suit of her somewhat special and very different design. I barely felt the rubber around my body while wearing it, and that is before she popped the valves inflated the suit.

I had chosen the black variant, as opposed to the white or clear once; just as she had chosen her red suit, as opposed to the pink or clear variant. The rubber cover my body tightly and irrevocably for as long as inflated. I can clearly see how it shimmer and glister in the most minutest touch of light or shadow.

What I had not quite grasped is the effect of the garments she had managed to entice me into wearing. These black boots are not just a shiny counterpoint to my otherwise flawlessly white coat, the slick rubber seems to have a mind of its on and loves to cling to what ever smooth surface onto which they happen to fall. For now it has not been a problem or bother, just convenient when you are rushing down the flight of stairs in tow to the hyper party mare Pinkie Pie. Maybe the reason is just that, I never really put my hooves down, or I never put enough pressure into the steps? Once I forgot all about wearing the skirt, I don’t realize just how reveling and complimentary they fit me.

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“Now, if you just permit me a minute and I will whip up the tea!” she proposed.

I could see the hyper smile on her face and nodded affirmation. With that she was out of sight for a promised minute and returned with the tea, just as promised.

“Thank you, Pinkie Pie!” I exclaimed as I felt the first whiff of the scent of the tea she had prepared for us.

“I was expecting you to enjoy this blend. You are quite welcome, my dear Rarity!” she prompted as she poured me a cup and then one for herself.

“You seems to know everything, before it is supposed to be possible!” I responded as I picked up the cup, slowly levitating it towards my muzzle in expectation of a treat, well deserved.

“I do have a few tricks of my own, who doesn’t?” she confessed.

“Yes, I guess we do. Yet, none knows as much is as convenient a moment as you do, Pinkie Pie!” I prompted.

“True, I guess. Yet, right now the table require a candle, besides, this is more fun when it is growing cold and dark outside. I love these stark contrasts dancing around!” she pointed out and scurried off and picked up a candle she returned with, before lighting it as she set it down on the table.

“You are so romantic, when you are in the mood!” I pondered, as the light and shadow play came to life in the room.

“Yeah, it is. Besides, the suit is more fun in this light, you know!” she prompted with a giggle as she looked right into my eyes.

“Candle light is spelling Romance, Pinkie Pie. Yet, in this case the light does lend a hoof in expanding upon the design of these garments as well. I guess the word Complimentary, is coming to mind in this case!” I put forth as I looked into her eyes.

There was no newly found and unproportional love out of a potion or Love Poison at work. I have always had certain feelings for the pink mare, I just express them in modesty, in the Lady like fashion I work to maintain. Being a Lady is a challenge to any mare.

Since I thrive on the challenge, I enjoy this all the more. On that note, a lady has the upper hoof in the business I am in. As if it had never been the one person I had always been.

“Romance can be fun and enjoyable too, my dearest Rarity. If for nothing more than to see you smile!” she prompted in a perfectly logical response.

There is but the one problem in the scenario with a perfectly logical Pinkie Pie, it can never make sense. If not careful, it leaves the Pony in close proximity with a headache. A headache that can be a daemon of a monster.

Only now, the flickering light haunted the room as I look into her perfectly blue eyes, curiously enough perfectly matching my very own.

“If I can make you happy with something as simple as a smile, I will be the first to smile generously; you know that, Pinkie Pie. Yes, romance is enjoyable; it is a Lady-like pastime I would love spending more of my time on!” I prompted with a wide grin.

If only I had expected Pinkie Pie was such a romantic mare. Of course she knew of my romantic streak, just as she knew her romance on her six hooves. Adding the two to the two and then the two in the manner only Pinkie Pie could. Maybe this logic is why not even Twilight Sparkle could follow her. On that note, she could easily follow Rainbow Dash; even at breakneck speeds.

Speaking of the monster, she can be quite the scary Pony; any time she puts her mind to going the extra mile just to make you smile, or make you her friend. I guess we have seen her outsmart, out think and out plan the best.

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Now I had ended up with a cup of tea before me, while she holds on to her in her mane. Not even gravity could hold her down. Face to face, I drown in her blue eyes. Plunging right into the unexpected and unmatched depth of a friend I had been knowing for years.

Sip by sip I empty the cup I levitate before me. Likewise, she empty her cup; sip by sip. From time to time I fill her cup up for her, then she fills my cup all the same with the widest of grins.

I mirror her grin with generosity, while she mirror my generosity with a grin. Perfect symmetry in beautiful harmony. I feel an unaccustomed warmth in my heart, seeing she feels the same way in the reflection in her eyes.