You’d walk into the Carousel Boutique, seeing the purple mane-ed unicorn making a dress as she spoke in a friendly, polite manner, “Welcome to Carousel Boutique, where every garment is chic, unique, and magnifique!” After a moment the pretty pony would look up at you, asking with a smile, “How could I help you today? This is your first time here, correct?” She noticed that she’d never seen you come here before, especially since she owned the place and lived there, too.