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Roseluck sighed, propping her head on her hoof. The marketplace was full of ponies, but none of them seemed to stray near her stall. She had sold a single bouquet all day, to a pair of tourists from Saddle Arabia that didn't speak a word of Equestrian. Rose was pretty certain they had mistaken her for a beggar because she had to force them to take the flowers they had purchased.

Not for the first time today, Roseluck checked her hooves to see if she had stepped in something foul-smelling or something. Still no. Even if she had, the scent of her flowers should have served to mask it. She just didn't understand. Her sisters never had this much trouble selling their wares. What was she doing wrong?

Her train of thought was interrupted as a white unicorn approached her flower stall. “Welcome!” Rose greeted and put on a bright smile. Her smile slowly drained away, however, as the unicorn looked her stall up and down with an expression of mild distaste.

The unicorn's carefully curled mane shook as she turned her head toward the crowd. “Pinkie, darling.”

Nopony from the crowd seemed to respond. The unicorn rolled her eyes. “Agent Pink,” she said.

A pink earth pony emerged from the throngs of ponies. Anypony who had spent more than a few days in Ponyville knew Pinkie Pie when they saw her. Roseluck swallowed. Not only was she not selling any flowers, but now she was going to regret not springing for coverage of 'acts of Pinkie' on her insurance. This was shaping up to be one hay of a day.

“Yes, Agent Diamond, ma'am!” Pinkie gave a crisp salute.

Agent Diamond nodded her head toward Roseluck's stand. “What do you see, Agent Pink?”

“I see Roseluck! Hi, Roseluck!” Pinkie waved her hoof enthusiastically. Rose returned a cautious wave.

Pinkie's friend cleared her throat. “Agent Pink,” she said and glared meaningfully at her.

Agent Pink nodded and adopted a detached expression of appraisal, looking up and down at Rose's stall. “I see four... no, five counts of drabness, and three missed opportunities for fabulosity,” she said in a neutral tone.

Diamond stood impassively, waiting.

Pinkie took another quick look at the stand. “Oh! And an ill-advised paint-job!”

Rose's mouth snapped open. “Hey!” It had taken her ten minutes of hard work to paint her stand in that brown she had found!

“Very good, Agent Pink,” the unicorn said. “This needs some considerable fixing.” Her horn glowed blue, and the roof of Rose's stall shifted. “First, some light.”

“And a bit of color!” Pinkie produced a bucket of light blue paint and a brush and proceeded to re-paint the stand.

Rose protested in vain as Agent Diamond lifted her stock of flowers in a magic aura. “The arrangement here is simply disgraceful.” The flowers rearranged into artful bundles and spreads. Roseluck had to admit, it looked a lot better than the simple heap she had been keeping them in.

“It needs balloons!” Pinkie tied a colorful bunch of balloons to the freshly painted eaves.

Diamond's eyes narrowed. “Agent Pink, balloons don't fix everything.”

Pinkie stuck her tongue out playfully. “Says you!”

Roseluck cleared her throat. “Um, excuse me?”

Two pairs of eyes swiveled to face Rose.

Rose shifted uncomfortably. “Are you two from the trade commission or something?”

The pair shared a quick look. “No, ma'am, we're decorators.”

“I'm a baker!” Pinkie exclaimed.

Agent Diamond took one more glance at Roseluck's stall. “Well, everything seems to be in order here. Come along, Agent Pink, I think I spotted a clashing color over by the celery stall.” They disappeared into the crowd.

Roseluck sold out of her stock a few hours later.

Author's Notes:

Another prompt I didn't get submitted for in time.