"Uh... Bloom? She's not here yet." Belle just blinked at her friend, sat down at one of the three cushions arranged around the table in the center of the room. On her hip rested a lovely Cutie Mark, a heart behind a songbird, singing a few happy notes. Her typically curly and uncontrollable mane had thankfully been pulled back into a short ponytail today. Apple Bloom looked over at her, then around the room proper, ears splaying back as she confirmed the strange lack of orange mare.