Redheart, who had been the one to ask him out to this lunch—not able to look him in the face and shimmering and blushing the whole while—had also decided to dress for the occasion. The earth pony was wearing a simple but well-fitting blue dress. Her mane looked like it had just been styled and cut this morning, and her coat had been brushed so thoroughly that it seemed to shine in the sunlight. Coldheart, on the other hand, had elected a more casual look. The mare’s mane was messy and slightly wild. Her coat stood up at places—though it looked like she had taken the time to carefully comb the fur on her chest so that he puffed out—her eyes also seemed slightly blood-shot, leading Titus to believe that the mare had been asleep not ten minutes before coming to the restaurant.