Sequins

Rarity gazed out of the window of the Equestria Express car she was in and sighed a little. Her daughter, Party Pop, had just graduated from the Manehattan university of the Arts, and was starting up her own fashion boutique. Rarity was proud of her daughter, and was pleased and a little proud of herself for inspiring her daughter to enter the world of fashion, but couldn't help feeling a nagging worry. She supposed that it was natural, being a mother and all. After all, she had nearly gone into hysterics over her daughter many a time when Party Pop was just a foal.

"Isn't this exciting?" a voice piped up next to her. Rarity smiled a little. Her wife, Pinkie Pie, was already practically bursting with delight at the idea of getting to see their daughter. "I mean, we haven't seen little Pop since she left for college! She's always been too busy. I don't know what I would have done without her letters. But now we're going to see her again! Yippie!" Pinkie nearly squealed as she bounced around the train car, causing a few ponies alarm as she nearly knocked them over.

"Pinkie! We are in a train, not outdoors! Show some restraint!" Rarity snapped. She didn't mean to, but the anxiety building inside her was nearly suffocating by now. Usually Pinkie's antics put a smile on her face, but right now, they were just irritating.

"Awww, what's wrong, Rarity?" Pinkie said, looking worried. Rarity sighed again and looked back out the window. "You're worrying about Pop again, aren't you?" Pinkie whispered. Rarity looked up, startled. Pinkie always seemed to know what she was worried about.

"I'm just worrying over nothing again..." She muttered, not wanting to cause stress to her beloved.

"You've always worried over our daughter, but this seems different... Are you sure you're ok?" Pinkie asked, not wanting to drop the worries she had noticed.

Yes, Pinkie." Rarity replied. She knew that Pinkie could be a little stubborn, and presumed that this wouldn't go down easily.

"Absolutely, 100% sure?" Pinkie asked again, looking straight into Rarity's eyes and getting uncomfortably close to Rarity's face, putting her hooves on the armrests and leaning in closer.

"Yes, Pinkie." Rarity said, a hint of annoyance in her tone. Pinkie stared deeper into Rarity's eyes, inching closer as Rarity began to sweat nervously. Then Pinkie springed back like a fluffy pink Jack-In-the-Box.

"Okie-dokie-lokie!" Pinkie chirped, satisfied with Rarity's answer. Then she sat back down, leaving Rarity to question her wife's sanity.