"Oh please, Spike. As if she would look like that if given a paid vacation! No, it's quite apparent what happened here." A gem flew by Spike's head, carried along in its light blue vehicle, followed by another. Then another. Then one rocketing right over his head, forcing him to duck. "And as the good friend I am, I must help her feel better." Rarity ran by Spike on her way to the mannequins against the wall, already getting to work. "Now, I must be economic about this silk... it will take me hours to get another roll, but thankfully, this design shouldn't take long. Come over here if you would, Rainbow Dash, I must get your measurements!"