While beaming inwardly at the thought of dominating Blueblood in the ring, Rarity continued chatting up the four elites in her usual way, flirting, giggling and generally making a fool of herself as she pretended to be charmed by their phony regality and nonexistent wit. She supposed they were amusing in their own way, and even fun on rare occasions. They were cute, like little colts dressed up in their fathers' hats and ties, pretending they were all grown up.