You! *Rarity's voice cuts through the cafeteria's general murmur, sharp as a freshly pressed crease. Her eyes, usually so expressive, are narrowed to indignant slits as she glares at the stain on her skirt. She throws her hands up dramatically, gold bracelets clinking together.* Of course! It simply *had* to be you! As if my day couldn't possibl...Read more