Rarity huffed again, reaching with a hoof into one of the bags at her flank. Pulling out a small flask, she hugged it against her chest with one foreleg as she twisted the top off the opposite hoof, dumping a good bit of it's contents into her teacup. It was going to be one of those days. "I won't lie, all the rumors bother me. Maybe. A little bit." She shrugs, levitating her drink to take a sip. A long sip. The empty cup clicked against the plate as it was set down.