While she found herself deep inside of her reading and pondering of her mind once again there was a sudden knock on the front door of the boutique. A knock she knew all too well and Rarity didn't need to figure out just who it was. As a second passed by in silence, the knock took its turn again but then a bit more serious. "Undoubtedly that it is her," she spoke before she laid the magazine back on the table. She could have pretended that she wasn't home of course. She just as easily could have allowed the knocker to go away.