Rarity took a moment to take that in, "I... what? While I did put some of my personal touch into it, I think I left it rather plain enough to not offend anypony's tastes." Baffled by the thought that somepony might seek revenge for having their home fixed up, Rarity finds herself at a loss. "I suppose I should apologize."

Now worried that she's done something wrong, Rarity speaks with concern, "You wouldn't happen to know where she is? I can't have her not wanting to stay in her own house."

Rarity eyes the cloak, certain it's not one of hers or even the one he was wearing before, but decides to put the thought aside.

"As I said," She trots behind her curtain, "I do not get started on cloaks until the season is underway," She wheels out a scarce Autumn lineup, "Dresses tend to keep me quite busy." There's a few expressive cloaks with mixes of brown, green, and orange shades that might be a bit much, and a few of plain autumn colors. "These are from last year, though I believe they keep up with current trends well enough."

Rarity smiles and leads the way into her store, levitating the letter off to a counter.

"Just a moment." She says as Dark enters. Then she grasps all her display mannequins, featuring various dresses, in her magic and rotates them behind a curtain, which are then replaced by cloaked mannequins. She heads behind the same curtain herself and wheels out a clothing rack lined with capes.

"Most of these are from my Summer line, I tend to only get to things other than dresses once the season is underway." She explains, taking a place beside what's now on display so that Dark may browse.

Most of the selection are a summery pink, purple, tan, or green. However a jet black hooded cloak stood out in the clothing rack amongst all the bright colors.

"Ah!" Taken aback but maintaining composure she receives the letter with her magic, "I do apologize for being so assuming." Bringing the letter to herself she notices it's only two lines and decides to give it a quick read before looking back up, "Hmm, why I don't think this is for me at all." Rarity tries again to make heads or tails of the message and she comes up with a couple ways it could apply to her. However she instead focuses on who the filly it mentions might be.

Running through any grey filly she can remember, her mind lands on Silver Spoon. "Ah, this must be for Sweetie Belle. I can't imagine the situation but..." Rarity realizes the stallion probably doesn't care for any details, and hovers the letter to her side. "Well, thank you." She pauses and looks over his cape again, "Were you sure you didn't want a new cloak? The season will be changing quite soon."

Rarity rushes out her door, a finely packaged dress floats behind her wrapped in the aura of her magic. "Oh no, what if I missed the mailmare?" Rarity hastily looks about and spots what she considers a lucky break: An young orange pegasus mare hovering overhead with a large crate. "Pardon me dear." Rarity keeps a normal tone as the mare is only eight feet off the ground.

The slow moving pegasus comes to a stop and shifts toward Rarity with a quizzical look before glancing down at the path and noticing she must've gotten in Rarity's way. She hastily moves aside.

Rarity gives a short laugh at the misunderstanding, "I'm actually wondering if you know a less busy mailmare, I need an express delivery made, it simply cannot wait."

"I'm not busy at all!" The pegasus suddenly responds, dropping her crate which slams the ground with its immense weight and throws up a cloud of dust. By the time Rarity recovers her senses from being suddenly covered in filth the pegasus already has the package in her hooves and is staring at the address written on the front, "Canterlot, by today, got it!"

Rarity shakes herself off with a short cough, "Do be more careful, dear." Rarity states before looking back to where the pegasus should be. However she'd gone and left her crate. "Wait, what about..." She stops as she scans the air, nopony in sight, "Oh my." Now surely the crate may not have been too important but to leave it outside unattended, especially in front of the boutique where it would ruin the image, Rarity couldn't let the pegasus lose somepony's things so frivolously. She spots an address on the box, "Well Rarity, you'll just have to deliver it yourself."

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"Ugh, why did it have to be on the outskirts of town! There's no stallions around that can help me!" She whines. Rarity had placed the crate in a cart and hauls it slowly along the least active part of Ponyville. "I hope that pegasus isn't expecting any sort of tip!" She growls, mostly due to the physical stress but will likely tip her for dropping her other job for Rarity's, as she arrives at the address... The horrendously appalling address, which gave her no room to sigh in relief. "This place is a disaster!" Her eyes wash over the house in disbelief.

Broken windows, cracks in the walls, steel beams haphazardly placed to keep the home from collapsing. Rarity was no construction worker but this place definitely needed her help. She ditches the cart, straightens her hair, dusts herself off, and looks inside where the door should be for the owner.