“That’s a curious set of gems, ain’t it?” Applejack asked, though she wasn’t sure who she was asking, exactly.
Inkie licked her lips. She gave Applejack a long look. Perhaps she thought as Applejack did, that maybe they were intruding on Pinkie’s privacy, but where she hesitated, Blinkie did not.
“She didn’t have a collection of her own, not until a few years ago. She wasn’t very interested in the idea of owning gems or rocks of her own, she said, but she changed her mind.” Blinkie shrugged. “She picked six gems off the shelves a while back, and that’s all she ever did.”