"You ought to wear one at the next Council meeting," Fancy Pants said. "I could commission one; we’re practically the same size. I doubt that Rarity would make one for you." He regarded his drink one last time. "No . . . she’d see through that attempt to curry favor. What if I wore one, and you had a shoddy imitation?" He swirled around the ice in his drink. "Hmm, I’ll have to think on that."