“What?! You can’t be serious, darling.”

“Sure am.”

“But it’s not proper attire for a wedding.”

“What’re ya talkin’ about? Mah brother wore a tuxedo when he got hitched, an’ y’all stitched it with yer own hooves.”

“Alright, you have a point. One I can understand I suppose, but both of you?”

“Look Rarity, when you’re the one gettin’ hitched, y’all can wear whatever sort of fancy, frou-frouy dress y’all like. But me an’ RD don’t kin ta none of that. Now, are ya gonna make us two tuxedos or should I go tell RD we’re gettin’ married naked? Either way works fer us.”

“Very well, Applejack. Two tuxedos, but I maintain that it’s a waste of two fine mare-ish figures.”

Applejack smirked as Rarity began to take her measurements. “Why thank ya kindly, I’ll be sure ta tell RD ya said that.” She winked. “Should make her fitting a bit more interestin'.”

Rarity dropped her measuring tape with a gasp, knowing full well the torrent of jokes and comments about ‘checking out’ Rainbow Dash’s figure she would have to endure. “50 bits and you don’t say a word to Rainbow.”

“100”

“75”

“Done.”