“Just what were you thinking, miss…”

“Just what were you two thinking?! Your hospital room is simply too simple and rustic! Why can’t you let a fashion designer beautify it up for you, instead of stripping it all down like a naughty child! Do you know that most of it was hoof embalmed silk from Trottingham?!”

There was a large commotion outside of the room. For some reason the interior walls were completely white instead of the natural green shading, and chunks of plaster were littered around the floor.

“Look at the mess you colts made! Even my sister wasn’t as careless as you two! Ruining a piece of divine art, destroying creative perfection…you sirs are a plague to fashion!!”

“Er…”

“Don’t you dare stutter at my direction!”

“You see…Miss…um…”

“Miss Rarity, thank you very much!”

“Yeah…Miss Rarity, you do know that this room, along with the rest of the building, is hospital property right?”

It was the colts’ turn to look un-amused.

“Oh! Yes…um…”

“Aah aah aah, you said no stuttering. Call us Sir Prissyfoot and Gentleman Whishammy.” They snickered.

“But…but…”

“Forgive me if we withhold our enthusiasm, fair lady, thank you very much, but this wonderful hospital is owned by the director, and if you do not have his delightful sign of approval to renovate the place…”

“Ok ok I get it! Hmph!” Rarity bit her lip hard as she left the two ponies, who were now rolling over on the ground chuckling.

“Is anything wrong?” Fluttershy asked as she saw Rarity slam the door with upmost annoyance.

“The staffs here are simply horrible! I make a tiny mistake and they berate me for it like a bunch of Timberwolves!” Rarity complained.

“Well I’m sure that if you talked with them nicely, they would…”

“Snickering and mocking me like a bunch of school foals, I really have to send a complaint to the hospital…”

“Isn’t that a teeny bit…”

“Well it’ll be only for the maintenance ponies, since the doctors here are acceptable…some are quite fine, even…”

“Um…Rarity?”

“I mean that colt at room 45, such a…Oh! I’m sorry Fluttershy, I got a bit caught up in a rant again, didn’t I?” She giggled.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad…” Fluttershy lied.

“Oh well, I guess that I have to reveal the surprise. I wanted to decorate your room here at the hospital, spice is up a bit, so I came in the early morning and started. Then after going to the ladies room for a bit I came back to see my work completely ripped off by those two buffoons.” Rarity grumbled.

“Don’t worry, it was sweet of you to do that for me.” Fluttershy said, hinting a small smile.

“Anyways, I brought some jewels and thread for us to sew!” She took up a large woven basket from under the neighboring bed and levitated up to the top, resting it on the blankets.
“You did? That’s…”

“I thought that since you liked sewing so much, maybe we could spend some together sewing some patterns! It would be nice to hang the completed products around the room, and also in our homes!” She said proudly, taking out bundles of yarn and piles of gems.

“Wow…I don’t know what to say…” Fluttershy mumbled.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” Rarity questioned, surprised to see that Fluttershy was holding a ball of yarn with interest, but ignoring the gems that were scattered around her.

“Do you not like sewing gems?”

“Um…well…I’m more used to knitting clothes, not sewing.” She admitted.

“You knit your OWN CLOTHES?!” Rarity screamed excitedly.

“Err…you do remember the dress we made for you as a gift to say sorry for not accepting your artistic designs for our gala gowns, right? Actually…I did it by myself…the girls only helped me with gathering the materials.”

“REALLY?”

“And…um…I also kind of maybe have a basement under my cottage with hundreds of sweaters, scarfs, and earmuffs…”

What came next could not be described as an explosion or an outburst, as the voice that came out of the unicorn’s lips was so filled with pure excitement that it could rival a hyperactive Pinkie Pie.

After the doctors left with their sedation syringes empty, she was finally able to form words that were slow enough to interpret.

“Wh…wh…why…didn’t you tell me this?!” She stammered.

“I was afraid to…but…since there isn’t really much I can keep…I guess that now is the best time to reveal this.” Fluttershy blushed.

“Sweet Celestia! I’m the first pony to know about your…”

“Chamber of Extreme Knitting…”

“What kind of name is that?” She asked, confused.

“Well, I did want to call it the palace of friendly pony grotesqueries…”

“That’s even more absurd! I know that you can think of a better name then that! What about…Fluttercraft Oaks?” She quipped.

“Oh! That does sound more fitting.” Fluttershy nodded.

“Well that settles our schedule for the day! Let’s have a little competition between us artists to see who can make the largest quantity and the best quality of clothing with these materials!”

“But what would we do with all the clothes that are made?”

“Simple! We can donate them as new clothes for the hospital patients! I’ve seen the pattern of the current one, and it’s just too dull and boring…so by giving these clothes away we ensure a more confortable and happy environment. A kind and generous act at the same time!” Rarity squeaked enthusiastically.

“But…what if they knew that I was the one that made them…” Fluttershy whimpered. Stage fright was still a problem to her.

“Oh…well, if you don’t want the attention, you won’t mind if I label all of our products as mine, wouldn’t you?” Rarity asked, tilting her head. “Not that I want to steal your spotlight, since looking back at the dress incident…I think that that would be the best decision.”

She watched nervously as Fluttershy pondered Rarity’s proposal.

“I know that inside you do want a little bit of fame for that…but I also know that fame is a crucial part in sustaining your job. I accept. Thanks Rarity!” She replied cheerfully.

“Well then…” She took two balls of yarn and tossed one to Fluttershy, who caught it easily. “Ready?”

“Ready.”

“3…2…1…Knit!”

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