"Well, I'm glad to hear you get some time to yourself," Rarity said with a smile. "If you ever need a sitter, I'm glad to do so. I always thought I did quite well with Charlie," she nodded as she spoke, shifting in her seat to find a comfortable position.
"Pasta is perfect. Water is fine."
Her cyan eyes then began to wander around the kitchen and through the entryway to admire the rest of the home. It really was very nice, she thought, her hand running over the counter. What was it about humans and kitchens? So far she could only remember spending time talking in kitchens, gathering around food. Never before had she and her friends gathered in the kitchen, though food was often involved thanks to Applejack or Pinkie Pie. How fascinating.
"Are you working on anything in particular right now? In the shop, I mean?"