And finally, she was done. She brushed her magnificent creation onto a plate, and, proud as she could be, delivered it to Rarity with the biggest smile she could make.
So, Rarity, what are you going to do? You can’t exactly suggest going out to get something this morning, can you? Not the way that storm is looking. She might not drink just that coffee for breakfast, I’ll say that much.
Thank you badguy101 and fanthrose for your lovely help with this.
Now, commissions. And a story I’ve put off for way too long.
Well thank you!
She’s somehow learned by instinct a secret technique that is usually trained and mastered by summer camp dining hall staff.
(tho better fixate the charcoal drawing with hairspray after you finished it.)