Dash had never been one to conform to the rules, a tendency supported by a healthy dose of lateral thinking. Whenever somepony told her she wasn’t allowed in, she made sure that they didn’t know. And if somepony told her that it wasn’t doable she kept going until she proved them wrong

So when Rarity told her that sloppy make-out sessions with one's marefriend should be kept to the bedroom, she'd picked Pinkie up and made out in mid-air.

After all, she reasoned, she slept there more often than her cloudhouse.

Rarity’s furious blush had made it worth it.