“Uhhhhhh…Rarity? ...Rarity? Rarity. Rarity! Rarrrrrrrrrityyy!”

“...Hmm? ” said Rarity, glancing up from whatever project she was working on. “What is it, Sweetie Belle?” she asked, focusing her attention over her glasses and on her sister.

“What do you know about… colts?” she asked hesitantly.

Rarity froze. She slowly took off her glasses and folded them neatly. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, she reorganized her thoughts and answered. “Many things. Why do you ask?” she said, already knowing the answer. Opening her eyes, she saw Sweetie blushing heavily and awkwardly kicking the ground with her forehoof.

“Well…”

“Well what, darling?”

“Because,” said Sweetie, blushing even harder.

“Because why?” asked Rarity, smiling encouragingly.

“Because-this-one-cute-colt-in-class-that-I-like-invited-me-to-go-with-him-on-a-date-except-I-don’t-know-if-it’s-a-date-and-I-need-your–” she paused to pant for a few minutes. Inhaling deeply, she continued “–help-or-advice-because-I-don’t-know-what-to-do-on-a-date-or-even-if-going-to-the-park-to-get-ice-cream-with-him-is-a-date!” she shouted.

Rarity was silent for a few moments, digesting the information. “That is quite the dilemma,” she said, finally regaining her powers of speech.

“And that’s why I need your help,” said Sweetie. “You know everything about romance.”

“Thank you for the vote of confidence, dear. Now I have a question for you,” said Rarity, leaning over the table slightly. “Do you want it to be a date?”

Sweetie paused her incessant hoof twirling. “Well…”

“What was that?” asked Rarity. “Speak up, darling.”

She nodded once, her pink and purple curls bouncing violently.

“Then there is no time to lose!” cried Rarity valiantly. “When did you say you were supposed to meet him?”

Sweetie glanced at the clock on the wall. “Ten minutes,” she stated.

“Quickly! To the makeover room!” yelled Rarity, picking up Sweetie in her magic and sprinting for said room. Gently setting her on the floor, Rarity levitated four brushes in the air and set them to work straightening her mane and tail. “A little bit of style, but not too much,” she mumbled. She pulled her sister’s mane back into a ponytail and tied a green ribbon that matched the color of her eyes around it. “A touch of beauty, but also useful for keeping your mane out of your eyes while you play,” she murmured. “And finally…” Rarity slid a tight fitting necklace around Sweetie neck and latched it closed. The necklace was a simple silver chain that was braided elegantly into a thin weave. “...The pièce de résistance.”

“You shouldn’t give me jewelry in case we decide to play at the park after we finish eating, Rarity. I don’t want to damage your pretty necklace,” said Sweetie Belle, idly flicking the silver chain.

“Nonsense, dear. It is only costume jewelry, I don’t mind if it gets ruined.” Rarity took a step back to admire her work. “Magnifique!” she squealed. “Just enough to catch his eye, but not too much that he suspects anything.”

Sweetie Belle looked in the full body mirror and squee’d in delight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, so much, Rarity!” she yelled, throwing her forelegs around her sister.

“Anything for my Sweetie,” replied Rarity, returning the hug. “Now go dazzle that colt into a second date!”

Sweetie looked up at the clock and gasped, “I gotta go!” She let go of Rarity and ran out the door as fast as her little legs could carry her.

“Have fun!” Rarity shouted at the rapidly disappearing white blur. “My little sister’s growing up…” she sighed, wiping a small tear from her eye.