“Ratiry?” Kara yelled as she walked into the Carousel Boutique.
“Rarity, darling. I suppose it’s my turn to teach you about our world?” Came the response, as the alabaster unicorn walked down from the upper floor. “Yeah, I guess.” Kara replied, as she walked into the room. Rarity took one look at her, and shrieked. “Oh sweet Celestia! You’re even dirtier than you were before! What in Tartarus were you doing?”
“Uh… I burnt down Sugarcube Corner?” Kara sheepishly replied, before yelping as she was tugged forwards by Rarity’s magic.

“Well, we need to get you cleaned up before we do anything else. Come on, and consider yourself unbelievably lucky Sweetie’s out with the other Crusaders having adventures.”
“Aw, but I like adventures! Can’t I- Wait how did you even know that was the opening mechanism?” Kara yelled as the wheel on the back of her armor turned, it unfolded, and she was deposited unceremoniously on the floor. Rarity looked at her, confused. “I didn’t.”
“No, she didn’t. I opened it. She’s right, Kara. You need a shower.” Michael spoke up, closing back into a suit of armor again. Kara pointed an accusing finger at him. “Traitor!”

“Oh, shush.” Rarity stated, giving Michael a thankful nod as she threw Kara into the bathroom. The human herself continued to screech insults directed at her treasonous armor, only stopping when Rarity shoved her into the shower, Kara stopping to remark “Oh hey, this is kinda nice. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Screw you, Mike!” Rarity put a hoof under the water to check the temperature, before yelping in pain. “Ow! You… How are you completely fine under such scalding heat?” Kara turned to face her, having left her sunglasses on the nearby table along with the Vault 101 jumpsuit. “Girl. I literally play with fire on a daily basis. At this point, anything below ten degrees is unbearably uncomfortable for me.” She turned away from Rarity again, mumbling something about “It was a good thing those crystals were worth it…”
Eventually, Rarity decreed Kara clean enough for now, and let her out of the shower, where she actually used the Shishkebab’s heat to dry herself off before putting the jumpsuit back on.
“So! Now that that’s done with,” Kara exclaimed as Michael folded around her. “What now?”
“Well, I was going to see about getting you something other than that ghastly jumpsuit to wear-“ Rarity was cut off by a flaming sword pointed directly at her face, close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off of it.

“Don’t you dare call the last piece of home I have ghastly.” Kara said. Her voice was calm, focused; the kind of voice that sent chills down the spine.
“The last… Oh. Oh, I’m so sorry darling, I didn’t know.” Rarity replied, looking the human in the eyes.
“As you said, ya didn’t know. No hard feelings. Just don’t do it again.” Kara replied, back to her usual carefree voice.
“W-well. I think, darling, that perhaps you should go? If you’re not going to let me make you something other than the jumpsuit, I should really get back to making these dresses…”

“Yeah, yeah, sure. I wanna go see Fluttershy anyway.” Kara walked out the door, Rarity giving her a feeble wave. Once the mare was sure Kara was out of earshot, she collapsed.
“Sweet Celestia… I’m not going to be sleeping tonight. I have to make it up to her…”

Author's Note

This is entirely filler. Sorry Rarity fans, I know next to nothing about her. It's not that I don't like her, it's that someone has to be on the bottom of my favorites list.

I'll try to make up for it with the next chapters.