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Even though the rest of the group is trying to be respectful, I still like to imagine their comments in response to Rarity’s roleplaying…

Rainbow Dash: Come on! Get a room already!
DM: He’s married.
Rainbow Dash: Well, you wouldn’t think it, the way they’re bantering. Do ALL the nobles here talk like they’re in a 19th-century romance novel?
Twilight Sparkle: That’s… an awfully specific simile, coming from you.

DM: Actually, you needn’t bother seeking out Fancy Pants. As soon as you enter the party, Fancy Pants seeks out you.
Fancy Pants: Welcome, Miss Dainty Dove. Is this your first time attending the Canterlot Garden Party?
Rarity: Why, yes. And my, do I regret that now.
Fancy Pants: Is that so? What’s kept you away all this time?
Rarity: Year after year, I comforted myself with the usual excuses: My studies, my business… But once I arrived, all of those platitudes seemed to fade away. This is truly an enchanting event.
Fancy Pants: Your passion is refreshing, Miss Dove. I hope it isn’t lost when you meet the actual ponies who attend this function.
Rarity: Oh? Have I stepped into the wading pool, only to find it infested with sharks in suits?
Fancy Pants: Nonsense. This is the deep end. And I wouldn’t have extended the invitation if I didn’t think you could swim.
Rarity: I wouldn’t mind a lifeguard, even so.
Fancy Pants: It would be my honor, milady.