Extra Log #1

So there I was, sitting boringly on a green and small wooden stool with crossed arms and a tapping foot, waiting for a certain fashionista to finish some dress she had been designing for nearly thirty minutes.  Spike, who accompanied me during the trip to Rarity's boutique, had been gawking at the unicorn like eye candy ever since we'd got there.  I'd been watching him following her like a dog on a leash, and it was no surprise to me why he was acting that way.  When we had the time alone, I talked to him about his huge crush for the mare.  He was utterly shocked how I figured it out (not sure why he would be, his demeanor was readable like a book) but he had me "Pinkie Promise" to never tell anyone or anypony.  I'm sure Twilight, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, Applejack, Fluttershy (maybe the entire damn village) may have already known for such a long time, although I'm surprised Rarity hadn't.  Maybe she did and didn't tell Spike.  I wouldn't know for certain.

For another ten minutes I sat, bored out of my mind, waiting while the unicorn was in her private quarters for the near passing hour, and after all that time I still hadn't received a message from Celestia.

Twilight did say it was to arrive very soon, but I had major doubts.  Speaking of Twilight... I noticed how she had been so obsessed with my world and my kind lately.  I would understand her undying thirst for knowledge but she was acting far too fascinated.  Heck, I was scared if it'd came to a point where she'd want to... mate with a human being.  I wouldn't think it's wrong, not when our worlds share some similarities.  But, a human and a pony in a relationship?  It just doesn't sound right.

Then, the doors of Rarity's quarters squeaked as they opened, which made me sprung up in anticipation.

"I'm done!" chimed Rarity musically, opening and trotting out of the said door with a pair of my jeans levitating beside her.  And there was the gullible baby dragon, following behind her in pursuit.

Rarity was one of Twilight's most best friends, and the bearer of the 'Element of Generosity'.  I did admit, for a pony herself she looked pretty stunning.  She had a pristine, pearly white coat with a dark purple mane and tail.  Her diamond-cutting blue eyes allured me with interest, and I found myself intrigued by the profundity of her accent as well.  Her curly mane and tail were bouncing up and down vigorously as she trotted toward me.

"'Bout time," I groaned as I rose up, stretching my aching back.  "I was getting drowsy there for a minute."

"You can never rush work of art.  Here you go, Darling," said Rarity, levitating the patched up pants over to me.  "I did what I could, but you'll have to pardon if the patch's colors are... unmatched."

That said, I examined the back of the jeans and saw a circular, white patch sewn on left back pocket of where the damage used to be.

"If I may ask... did you get that hole by some sort of fire incident?" She added.

I hadn't given her an answer right away.  Rather, I took a moment looking over my jeans seeing Spike's cheeks glowing pinkish red while he fiddled guiltily with his claws.

My face was as deadpanned as a professional poker player when I stared at Spike, who gulped nervously.  I jerked back my sight at Rarity and raised a sly smirk.

"Yeah," I replied nonchalantly.  "I was out fishing one day, then suddenly I tripped backwards and landed on my small fire pit.  Next thing I knew, my pants were on fire.  Thank God I was near a lake.  If I wasn't, I would have lost my wallet along with a good pair of jeans."

I was always a pretty good liar, and I had to thank my foster father for that reason.

"Goodness gracious," Rarity gasped dramatically.

"No joke." I agreed curtly as I stuffed the patched jeans in Fluttershy's saddlebag.  "Well, thanks for helping out with the jeans and whatnot."

Rarity flicked a hoof.  "No thanks are necessary, Darling.  After all, me and the other girls appreciate for what you've done for Fluttershy."

"Mhmm." I hummed, nodding.  "And much as I'd like to stick around for the message I have other plans in mind."

"I understand," Rarity replied.  "But if there is anything else I can do for you please don't be afraid to ask."

"Well," I stroked the bottom of my chin.  "If it's not too much to ask; do you think you can make a couple of clothes for me?"

"Of course!" Rarity answered gingerly.  "I'm gonna need to measure you in order to make them," then a vibrant aura of blue glowed around her horn and a yellow measuring tape covered in the exact aura was taken out of a nearby drawer and floated next to her.

"Oh, no, no, no," I shook my head.  "Sorry but I don't mean right now; seeing that I'm a tad late on certain things, why not we do this at um... four hours from now?"

"Very well," Rarity said with a pinch of disappointment.  "I was kind of eager to make something I've never made before.  But I'll be glad to set up an appointment."

"Cool," I said, walking out toward the door.  "Ciao." I two-finger saluted.