[Thomas had tried exactly once to not do what Rarity said. After that time, he was content to just do whatever the manager wanted. It made for far less pouting and hoofstomping that way. So when Rarity moseyed up to the bar, he grinned and slid over a glass of sparkling apple cider.]
Nothing I couldn't charm my way out of, sweetheart.
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Nothing I couldn't charm my way out of, sweetheart.