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Who: Rarity and you!
What: Rarity is hard at work in her boutique. Please, come bother her - she loves bringing in new customers.
Where: The Carousel Boutique, Fourth District, Traverse Town
When: Afternoon
Warnings: None so far. Rarity will not be pleased with anypony who does anything that requires this thread to have a warning.

She'd heard quite a bit about what had happened aboard the newest world - the Mother of Invention, she'd heard it called. After hearing there was an invisible something attacking people out of the blue, and after Emile came home horribly injured, Rarity had simply sworn off going there. She would go if somepony needed her, of course - that was what friends were for, after all - but she'd keep the tourism to a minimum.

So she'd said hello to Steven and picked up a variety of fabrics and a few new accents that she didn't normally use but couldn't wait to test out, and she got to work. It wouldn't do to stay idle, after all - not when she still needed practice designing for people.

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"Oh, don't worry about the munny, dear," Rarity assured him as she turned to head into the workroom, expecting him to follow her. "Right now, what you need is a new ensemble, and you've come to just the right place."

After looking at all the different humans the dream world had pulled in, Rarity had guessed - and rightly so - that Emile was one of the larger ones. This meant that her garments for him were tailor-made, but her practice works ran a bit smaller. It looked like that particular choice would serve both her and Jaime well. "I do have a few pieces made already. I don't expect them to fit perfectly, but it will give me an idea of your measurements and you a sample of what I can create." She gathered up a pair of jeans, a pair of slacks, a button-down shirt, a polo, and a t-shirt. For the moment, she was creating to cater to her larger clientele, and the vast majority of people tended to prefer that style. She magicked the clothes over to Jaime. "If you'll just go behind the folding screen in the corner there and try these on, we can get started."

Behind the screen, Jaime held up the pair of jeans first. The material was unlike anything he'd ever seen before. It felt thick and warm, like wool without the roughness. And it felt like supple woven cloth, so it would be easy to move and fight in...

Also, the jeans were much easier to put on than Westerosi breeches. Once he got the hang of getting the button closed and the zipper up with one hand, he had to admit that he'd much rather do THAT in the morning than fight with strings that needed tying.

He looked at the button down shirt, decided against it, and pulled the polo shirt on instead. The t-shirt looked so... unadorned.

He stepped out from behind the screen.

"I am not sure how these are supposed to fit," Jaime said. (In fact, the jeans sagged a little on his hips and the shirt was a tad too large on him, but there's no way he would know that...)

"How do I look?"

"They don't fit quite right, but that's why you need some of your own. And you do look much nicer with new clothes." Rarity delivered her assessment with a smile, heading towards Jaime with her pincushion in tow. "Arms out, please, and stand still." She waited for him to comply, then began carefully pinning the shirt and jeans to fit. It didn't take too long - she was getting accustomed to designing for and fitting humans by now. "Alright," she said, stepping back as she finished, "clothes off, please - carefully."

Back turned, she sorted through her supply of fabric while waiting for Jaime to change clothes. "Do you have any preferences? Fabric, sleeve length, colors - anything to make you more comfortable?"

Carefully, she'd said. Pulling the shirt over his head without wrenching his left shoulder out of its socket or sticking himself with a pin turned out to be easier said than done. For just a moment, Jaime missed his squires.

"I noticed this shirt had short sleeves," he said from behind the screen. "Is that normal? Where I'm from, short sleeves on a man mean he afford long ones. Or he's a smith who's trying to avoid setting his clothes on fire."

"As for color..."

He paused for a moment. At home, he'd always told the tailors "Lannister colors" and been done with it. It might be nice to have a little variety.

"I like red and gold well enough, but YOU are the artist. I'll bow to your judgement."

He had gotten the shirt off without incident, but he winced as he pulled one leg of the jeans off too quickly and stuck himself with a pin.

"No white, though," he added as an afterthought. "I'm not very fond of white."

"From what I understand, short sleeves are a matter of personal preference, or a concession to the weather." Rarity hadn't thought about sleeves as a status symbol of all things, namely because it simply wasn't an issue in Equestria. "I take it you'd prefer long sleeves, then?"

She smiled widely at the flattery. It was nice to be recognized every once in a while. The smile lessened slightly at the caveat; so much for using one of her favorite colors. "Not even as an accent?"

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You look like a college student, dude.

Obviously an Ivy League league college, then.

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