Rarity had finished sewing our ensembles yesterday but she didn't let us take them home yet. Instead, she packed them carefully in boxes and today she shipped our outfits to her boutique in Canterlot. She's afraid we'll crush, stain, step on or otherwise wrinkle the fabric on the train before we even arrive in Canterlot. Sassy Saddles will have the outfits ready, waiting and pristine for us at Canterlot Carousel. Now I'm almost afraid to consider eating at the dinner. What would Rarity think if I splashed salsa on my blouse? I wouldn't get away with asking for a bib, would I? It would be in all the papers and Rarity would fall over in shock. Then she'd pound a bee-line to my door in her haste to give me a crash course in dining etiquette. I'm going to see if I can find a non-stick spell that I can cast on my clothes.