Sequins

Rarity paced around the hotel room, focusing on the dilemma at hand. She could harness the potential of Party Pop's saddle design before it even took off, adding her own unique flair and claiming it for her own. But could she do that? Could she betray the sacred bond between mother and daughter for the sake of her business? Would the fallout be something she could fix, or would she lose her daughter's trust forever? Was that a risk she was willing to take? So many questions swirled around in Rarity's head that she felt as if it would burst.

"Um, Rarity? Are you ok?"

Rarity looked up, startled at the intrusion to her thoughts. Pinkie was looking right into her eyes, a concerned expression on her face. "You've been pacing so much, the carpet has a ring in it! I haven't seen you this worked up in a long time. What's wrong, sweetie?" Pinkie said, putting a caring hoof on Rarity's shoulder.

"It's nothing, dear. I'm just trying to come up with some ideas for my new spring line, that's all. The trends have been harder to predict lately." Rarity replied hurriedly, hoping her quick excuse would fool her wife. It didn't, but Pinkie knew not to pry when Rarity got this worked up. Years of marriage had taught her much about the beautiful, snow-white mare she loved, much more than many probably suspected there was to know.

"I know what might cheer you up." Pinkie said, a sly look on her face.

"And what might that be, my dearest?" Rarity replied, slightly curious.

"We can make cupcakes!" Pinkie said, bouncing with excitement.

"Making... Cupcakes?" Rarity said, hesitantly. Their hotel room didn't even have a microwave. "But how would we do that? We don't have so much as a hot plate!"

"Oh, not those kinds of cupcakes, silly!" Pinkie giggled, seemingly laughing at a joke Rarity hadn't picked up on.

"But, Pinkie, how can we possibly make cupcakes without a heating implement?" Rarity said, getting a little flustered and feeling very confused.

"We'll make our own heat with friction." Pinkie said, winking at her and walking to the king-sized bed in the center of the hotel room. Rarity smiled, finally understanding.

"Oh, alright, but just a few. I am on a diet, you know." she replied, temporarily forgetting about her troubles with the saddle as she laid down beside Pinkie.