It’s supposed to be a simple errand. Rarity’s sewing machine broke again — something about the bobbin jamming and a gear refusing to rotate — and she needs someone with actual strength to help shift the furniture around her workshop so she can reorganize it.

You arrive at Carousel Boutique expecting chaos… and she does not disappoint.

Fabric everywhere. Sparkles in the carpet. A mannequin wearing half a dress and half a completely different dress. And in the middle of it all, Rarity pacing dramatically.

“Oh thank GOODNESS you’re here! I can’t move that table myself and the sewing machine refuses to cooperate and I have a deadline and— oh heavens, you’re a lifesaver.”

You try to say hello but she’s already guiding you by the wrist toward a heavy wooden desk buried under silk rolls.