Summer Sun Celebration: Deciding to Attend
The chimes on the door jingled as Banana Hammock strutted into Fancy's salon. He heard the sound of Fancy humming to himself in the other room. Not bothering to wait 'til he saw Fancy, Banana spoke loudly.
"Hey Fancy? I've been thinking about this Summer Sun thing some more. I still think I'm gonna crash it single. I need your advice on what to wear though - or where to get a suit. All I have is my ChippenClydesdale outfit and I don't think that's going to --"
"Y- you uh, got a makeover."
"Nah, today's bedhead was just too perfect to pass up. Other ponies wish they looked this fabulous." Fancy fluffed his mane. "You're gaping, Hammy. What, don't tell me you're jealous!"
Hammock coughed awkwardly once, then recovered his trademark grin. "Insanely."
Fancy rolled his eyes as Hammock took his usual chair, then leaned back and put his hooves up on the countertop. Always posing.
Hammock raised his eyebrows. "So about that suit..."
