“‘Prissy’,” Rarity said. “It’s such a dumb word.”

“Why?” Sweetie Belle said.

“It’s supposed to mean ‘overly proper’, but that can’t happen. It’s like saying you scored too many runs in your last game of cricket.”

“Maybe you declared too late and if—”

“You what I mean, Sweetie Belle. Prissy is a dumb word and nopony should ever use it.”

“I think it’s possible to be too proper.”

“I suppose we just disagree.”

“Fine.”

They looked away from each other with crossed forelegs.

“Sweetie Belle?” Rarity said, deciding to look towards her.

“What?”

“Is this why nopony likes me?”

Sweetie Belle decided to look towards Rarity. “Ponies like you.”

“Name a couple.”

“I do. And Octavia.”

“Why do most ponies hate me?”

“Because you’re vain and boring.”

“I’m not boring.”

“You can be conversationally boring sometimes.”

“I can?”

“Yes, you can. Most ponies really don’t like talking with you.”

“Why? You still like me, don’t you?”

“I don’t think you’re boring to talk with, but a lot of other ponies do. Sometimes it’s just a common interests thing, and sometimes it’s because the only experience they have of it is you going on about yourself for hours, and sometimes it’s because you’re never able to take criticism, and sometimes it’s because you never have anything interesting or new or insightful to say about anything, but usually it’s at least two of those at once.”

“Am I just wrong about myself? Should I accept that I’m terrible?”

“I still think you’re a good pony. Everypony else is exaggerating your flaws and ignoring all the positive things about you.”

“Maybe you’re right... I’m not horrible, everypony else just likes to make fun of me because they think they understand my entire personality from a couple times they’ve talked with me.”

“Well, I don’t like that point, but yeah. You don’t suck.”

Camerapony #4 got down and pushed a sleeping camerapony #3 gently.

“Camerapony #3, wake up.”

“Wha...?”

“The scene’s still going on, you have to get up.”

“But I don’t wanna. It’s so boring.”

“Come on, camerapony #3.”

“Fine....”

“And that’s how I’m going to arbitrage my way into riches,” Sweetie Belle said.

“But how do you plan to get to the fourth dimension and back?”

“Yeah, that’s really the only chink in the plan, but I’ll work it out somehow. Maybe Twilight can help. Anyway, we were talking about how everypony thinks you suck except me?”

“I think we covered that pretty well. I suppose I’ll try to work on my image of myself....”

“That’s good.”

Silence.

“So...” Rarity said, “What do you plan to do on the Sunday?”

“There’s going to be a CMC playdate and/or sleepover event. I don’t know where—”

The phone rang.

“I’ll get it,” Rarity said. She subsequently got it. “Hello?”

“We’re ‘avin’ a sleepover tomorrah at your house.”

“Thank you for telling me.”

“This phone will self-destruct in five... four... three—” that female voice phones talk in said. Rarity hung up and wondered why her phone kept doing that.

“It’s at our house,” Rarity said.

“You mean your house?”

“That isn’t the point. The playdate sleepover is going to happen here.”

“Are we going to air it?”

“No,” camerapony #4 said. “We have an Appledash scene to do.”

“As in the shipping, or...” Rarity said.

“No, as in the pie,” Sweetie Belle said. “Yes, the ship.”

“Well, I don’t live on the Internet like you do.”

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