A bit startled, Rarity blinked and looked down at the gifts. She then turned away and set them on the cutting table so she might open the tin and look inside. "Oh, these are perfectly marvelous! Thank you, Mary! You are the sweetest," she said over her shoulder before stealing a cookie from the box. While Mary chose a dress she admired the little towels with water-rimmed eyes. "I love it all, thank you."
With a careful dab at her cheek with a kerchief she then went over to the mannequin and removed the dress, gathering the accessories to take with her to the comfortably sized dressing room. "Call me when you're in. I'll button you up." She smiled warmly at the woman. You did only get married once--usually.