Rarity sighed. “I’ve made less progress than I wished. Their clothes are made out of fabrics I’ve never seen before, by the most cunning looms imaginable. The knitting on the socks is so unbelievably tiny. I doubt I could reproduce them. But I’ll try! I should have an outfit for each of them ready by tomorrow morning.” Her blue eyes twinkled. “I’ll work all night.” She looked over to make sure Sweetie was still concentrating on the flower. “She doesn’t know what I’m making. I thought it best that the crusaders not have a new . . . object of their attention.”