He suddenly remembered that Diamond Mint was right behind him, and resumed his trek, keeping his eyes low and wondering if Starlight had seen him watching. What would she think? She wouldn't care, right? She wasn't wearing anything when she came into the house, so why should she care if I saw her getting dressed? But . . . it's just not right to be spying on her like that, even if she did leave the door open, is it? Or don't care? Rarity had to be told . . . there have to be dozens of layers of social etiquette involved, he thought. If only Emily Post were here, she could explain it all to me. He pushed open the door to his bedroom and let Diamond Mint enter.