Starlight Glimmer knelt on the floor and worked the feather duster across the lower shelves of the bookcase. She did it with her left hand. Not using her horn. She stopped for a moment and fidgeted a little. She glanced over at Trixie who was lying on sofa watching her.
 
“Ugh!” The mauve mare arched her back. “The lacing on the back of this dress is catching on the back strap of my bra!”
 
Trixie levitated her iced tea over and took a sip. Then she grinned at the mare. “Then maybe you shouldn’t be wearing a bra.”
 
Starlight scowled at her partner. “You know this is a horrible outfit to work in?”
 
The light blue mare grinned back at her. “And maybe you shouldn’t make bets against me. Unless you’re willing to pay them.”