Resume: Twilight is nervous about meeting her favorite scientist: astrophysicist Rosette Nebula. Pinkie Pie tries to help Twilight approach her, but all of her attempts result in Twilight's clothes lost with her utter embarrassment.

In a night, at the Canterlot Celestial Society Members' Social, to an extreme close-up of a fruit tray on a table. Twilight Sparkle reaches into view to take a piece; on the start of the next line, cut to a longer shot of this area—one of the exhibit halls within the planetarium to which Timber Spruce took her in “Naked Star Crossed”. She and Pinkie Pie are at the table, helping themselves to fruit and cupcakes respectively, and a lively crowd has gathered for an event. Flash Sentry, Sunset Shimmer and Timber Spruce are talking among themselves amid the buzz of conversation, and everyone is kitted out in formal wear and dresses of various calibers. None of the three Rainbooms is wearing her pendant, and Pinkie has traded her usual blue bracelets for a pair of pale orange ones on each wrist.

“Thank you so much for helping me with tonight’s Canterlot Celestial Society Member Social, Pinkie Pie.” Twilight said.

“No trouble, space rubble.” Pinkie adds sprinkles to a cupcake and set it down. “Stars are like the glitter of the sky!”

A tiny poof of purple smoke drifts up—the result of her explosive-sweets ability—and Twilight’s good spirits instantly give way to a world-class case of nerves.

“I’m so nervous!” Twilight pulls out a brochure. “My favorite astrophysicist, Rosette Nebula, is here!”

Close-up of the paper on the end of this; prominently featured is a woman with pale blue-green skin, dark purple hair gathered into a bun, and medium green eyes behind black-framed spectacles. It is quickly pulled away from the camera.

“She’s so smart, and cool, and probably very funny.” She winces. “Do you think she’ll like me?

“Of course she will!” Pinkie pulls Twilight close to her.

There follows a general rush off to one side, prompting Twilight to gasp in surprise; pan quickly in that direction and stop on Rosette Nebula and the attendees flocking to her. The guest of honor is clad in an off-white turtleneck with a white collar, magenta skirt suit with lighter lapels, and dark purple high heels.

“There she is!” Close-up of the woman, autographing one fellow’s book. “Rosette Nebula!” Pan quickly back to Twilight and Pinkie. “I just have to meet her!”

“And I have to get this celestial celebration into orbit!” Pinkie winkes, drops out of sight, then pops up in extreme close-up. “WOO-HOO!!” She shakes the camera. “SPACE PARTY!!”

When she plunges o.s. this time, the view wipes behind the top edge of her hair to a long shot of the hall. Zoom in slowly for a moment, then cut to Rosette chatting with a couple of women at the snack table. Twilight watches her from several feet back, frozen in silent panic with her lower lip caught in her teeth; here comes Pinkie, about to dig into a fresh cupcake, but she stops and smiles slyly upon seeing her friend’s unease. In a move almost too fast to follow with the naked eye, the party lover has ditched the dessert, whisked over, and pushed Twilight across the floor to makes her glasses falls off of her eyes and stop just behind Rosette. The eminent scientist eats a morsel from her plate...Twilight ingnores her falling glasses, relaxes and taps Rosette’s back for attention...and then two pink hands reach down to remove Twilight's dark purple star hair scrunchie, her hair goes down and Pinkie plops a balloon hat styled to resemble Gummy on the ponytailed head. The green eyes swivel to take in this bit of unorthodox millinery, and Rosette’s amused little grin is met by Twilight’s huge stupid one and furious blush. The girl backs away as a woman steps up to speak to Rosette and Pinkie stands up into view in the fore.

“Hmmm…” She thinks to herself.

Elsewhere in the hall, a now-hatless, hair scrunchieless and glassesless Twilight catches sight of Rosette in conversation across the way, gathers her nerve, and goes into a slightly jerky approach. Pinkie nips in to watch her from behind, a fresh sneaky smile taking root on her face, and an instant later she has jumped onto the snack table to plant a…

“PARTY CANNON!!” Pinkie screams.

Twilight has no time to move before it goes off, caking her in confetti from top to toe and leaving her to blink the mess out of her eyes in close-up, Twilight Sparkle's formal dress, underwear and high-heeled shoes flys away from the window her and falls down to the garbage truck to be taking away to the junk yard on outside of planetarium. Pinkie’s satisfied little hum is heard from o.s., followed by Rosette and the guests stepping away from the pair in a longer shot as Pinkie’s glee evaporates in the face of her blunder. Cut to the woman and three guests, laughing lightly as they move off to one side, and zoom in slowly on two figures near the planetarium’s statue of Starswirl the Bearded. Timber, standing, gives a cup of punch to a seated, cleaned-up, downhearted Twilight completely blinded, barefooted and naked with her hair down and undone and pats her bare shoulder consolingly before walking off. Twilight now-dressless sighs heavily in close-up, after which the camera tilts up quickly to Pinkie gazing concernedly down at her from the statue’s shoulder. The pink teen glances toward the sculpted face and thinks hard; after a moment, her eyes pop and a brightly glowing light bulb winks into being next to her head—a brainstorm has struck under the magenta curls. This vanishes as she whisks down with a shiny-eyed grin; cut to ground level, where the squeaky front wheels of a food cart pull into view and stop. The camera shifts to frame its cargo—a stack of plates and a large, two-tiered cake iced with white and dark blue to resemble a starry sky and topped with model suns and planets. Pinkie stands up into view in the fore.

“ATOMIC CHOCOLATE CAAAAKE!!” She screams again.

Long shot of the hall on this last word, zooming out as eyes and feet turn her way, then cut to the cart as the guests eagerly help themselves. Pinkie carries two loaded plates over to Naked Twilight and passes one over, earning a small smile of gratitude, and the latter takes a bite in close-up.

“Mmm!” Twilight tastes the cake.

“Did you know the smell of chocolate increases brain waves and contains—” Older female voice said.

Zoom out quickly. The speaker is Rosette, who has a plate of her own and is addressing herself in Twilight’s general direction. Naked Twilight is quick to stand and continue the sentence with gusto, paying no mind whatever to Pinkie standing behind her or Timber behind Rosette. The Camp Everfree counselor flips a grin and thumbs-up to Pinkie before backing out of view on the next line—evidently these two joined forces to bring Twilight out of her funk. Pinkie has disposed of her cake and plate.

“—the neurotransmitter serotonin, which triggers relaxation and contentment.” She freezes up slightly upon realizing whose thought she has finished.

“Mmm, science-y.” Pinkie pushes her toward Rosette.

“I’m Rosette Nebula.” Rosette shakes hands with Naked Twilight.

“Oh! I’m Twilight Sparkle. It’s such an honor to meet you, well even i'm now blinded and fully naked of course.” Twilight smiles, blushes and relaxes. Fading out, as the two walk off. “Oh, I’m so interested to hear about your theories about—”

“Cake fixes everything.” Pinkie knowingles to the camera.

She winks as the view “irises out” to black, the aperture star-shaped and centered on her face.