''Oh, well hello there darling. You look absolutely fabulous!''

Raritail blushed. ''Why thank you Mr. Mustachio. I must say the same for you. Your amber complexion looks simply luxurious when paired with Steven Magnet's royal purple nostrils.''

''Of course, I know! But YOU are the true beauty here!'' the mustache crooned. ''Your mother must have been a most exquisite mare, to have had such a fine tail as you! Raritail my love: will you marry me?''

''Mr. Mustachio! Would I? YES!''

Raritail fell upon her fainting couch in ecstasy.

Rarity smiled ''And eleven months later, you were born, Sweetie!''