“Dangit, Dash, sit down!”

“But that’s so boring, AJ. Why can’t he just take a picture?”

“Because a photo don’t last as long. And put that helmet down!” Applejack glared at Dash.

“No, I mean, why can’t he just take a photo of us and paint that?”

“Well, I... dunno.”

Impasto, the painter for the evening, set his brush down and picked up a palette knife. “Miss Rainbow Dash, I must capture not just the looks of the ponies, but also the personalities. A photograph is not good for getting to know one another, now is it?”

“I guess not. I still don’t see why I can’t wear my armor.” Dash pouted.

“Rainbow, the princesses were nice enough to pay for this, and as hot as you look in that armor, I think we’d best get a more sensible portrait done, don’t ya think?”

“Alright, but I get to wear it all night after this is done.”

“Now that we can agree on.”