"Look at you! You're positively a wreck, you're dressed in a cloak, and you're stalking about the village like a common homeless pony! I can't believe such a hard-working mare as yourself would suffer this!" She quickly left the hug and walked away, mumbling to herself. "Oh, this won't do at all! Oh, what should I do? Donations, new clothes? But my fabrics are running so low, and I need to finish this order... ah, I know! Oh, but the last time she went, things didn't really go to plan... perhaps Pinkie could help? Yes, that would do. But where would we hold it? And who would we invite? Oh, decisions, decisions!"