DM: You’re going?
Rarity: I go.
DM: Alright. You leave the ballroom and head out into the castle garden. What do you do?
Rarity: Surely you can give me a little more detail than that? Help me get in the zone, darling.
DM: The setting sun has finally given way to evening as you step onto the immaculately kept lawn. A small ensemble of string musicians fills the garden with calm, unobtrusive melodies. The mood carried by each attending noble is one of mutual respect balanced against a hunger for opportunity, with more than a hint of self-aggrandizement.
Twilight Sparkle: Is she… swooning??
Applejack: Nah, that’s just her way of rela- Ohhh, there we go. Now she’s swooning.