Trixie took off her hat and cloak which both got hung on the hatstand which then revealed the true shape of her mane and she followed Rarity into the living room with a smirk on her face. "Words have it that you have changed over the course of time," she spoke while Rarity found herself standing by one of the windows, looking outside once more. "And... renovated?" was added with haste when the eyes of the magician fell on the broken vase. Trixie might not be remembering it - or not as well - but Rarity remembered their encounter as if it was the day before. An unpleasant experience it was for her to say the least.