"Alright, dear, I'll be right back with that dress," Rarity says, absconding into another room while you wait.
"Cobalt!" a tiny voice yells from behind you, and before you can turn around completely Sweetie is upon you, squeezing you in a hug from the side.
"What're you doing here?" she asks happily, a smile that looks to break her face beaming at you, "Did Rarity call you over?"
A light zapping sound can be heard from the room Rarity went off to, and the door flies open with both you and Sweetie watching.
Rarity exits, carrying a hanger with a large plastic cover on it, covering whatever article of clothing is on the hanger.
"Oh! Sweetie! Did you say hello to Cobalt?" she says with brevity, quickly eyeing the situation.
"Yeah! I was just asking why he was here," Sweetie says innocently.
You lock eyes with Rarity, and she turns to Sweetie with a big smile of her own.
"Well, Sweetie, Cobalt was going to deliver this dress for me today. Isn't that right Cobalt?"
You nod emphatically, starting to sweat under your winter gear.
"Oh! That's pretty nice of you," Sweetie says with that grin of hers, "Did you need any help?"
"No, no no, Sweetie," Rarity says quickly, gently pulling her sister away from you as she magically hands you what you're certain is the dress, "I need you here so we can get ready to visit mother and father."
"Oh, yeah," Sweetie says, mildly crestfallen.
"Well, Cobalt, it was nice of you to volunteer to deliver this for me," Rarity says as she waves a hoof in your direction, "I'll be sure to reward you later. Now scoot along! Our client is waiting!"
Taking her cue, you grab the hanger with your teeth and head outside, careful not to drag it in the snow.
You wind your way to SugarCube Corner, taking your time in an effort to preserve the dress from getting wet.
When you enter, Pinkie waves from the counter, not even batting an eyelash at what you're carrying.
"Getting that gift gathering done, huh?" she says as you walk the dress hanger to a table and lie it on top.
"Yeah," you sigh, heading for the counter where your sweets lie.
"Why so glum, chum?" Pinkie asks, mild concern written on her pink features.
"Just…I hope they'll like what I got them," you admit with another sigh, "I don't know if it's good enough, or conveys what I want it to, but….I gotta do something for them. They're my friends."
Some of them maybe even more than that, you think to yourself.
Pinkie reaches out and pats you on the head, softly rubbing your mane.
"Every pony worries about that when they get gifts," she says soothingly, "You just gotta trust that they'll like what you get them for the thought behind it, and not the gift itself if it isn't quite their thing."
Suddenly she perks up, and you find yourself being lifted into the air by your armpits, if you can call them that.
"But they're going to love those gifts and appreciate you for the thoughtful friend you are!" she says as she spins you around briefly, before setting you back down on the other side of the counter, "Because you put a lot of thought and effort into what you got. And that always shines through."
"Now let me see you smile," she says, beaming one of her own at you.
You can't help but smile back at the pleasant horse, feeling some of your anxiety fade away.
"Thanks, Pinkie," you say as she hands you a bag with your candies in it.
"Don't mention it!" she says, repeating, "That's what friends are for, right?"