"And what might that be, darling? A new outfit for yourself for your next date? Ooh -- perhaps you'd like me to look over Derpy's dress, touch it up? Its a bit of an older style, but she certainly wore it well; though I think we could both agree a little more flank wouldn't hurt." Rarity fields, as we walk through the boutique to the kitchen. I notice the little carving I'd made for Bell sitting on the edge of her workspace, propped up on a book.