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Tinker Toy turned another page of the bridal magazine, wrinkling his nose at the different shades of whites that were presented to him. He could tell some apart, but others he was quiet sure people were just making it up that they were different. They were pretty and cute and the little pearls and designs were to be adore, but.....white. It was the absent and representation of all colors at the same time, depending to what you were talking about.

He huffed a little and puffed and poked her sister's shoulder. "Do all brides were white? Why can't this one wear blue or green or maybe somethin' like a light yellowish brown, making the dress seem old and vintage and pretty."

Perhaps he should be a bit more..manly and not care, but with his family he tended to have strange tastes and liked to just play along, so long as they were playing. Besides, being pamper by his sisters like having his mane brushed into a complicated little do's or his hooves painted was rather relaxing.

He turned to look at himself in the mirror and grinned at the hat settled on his head. Yes, perhaps top hats should be become another thing of his. He'll think on it, turning his eyes on his sisters, it still seemed...odd to him that brides only wore white. "Well, couldn't the bridemaids wear white or black and let the poor woman have more options then a rainbow of very light greys?"

Tink gave a little noise as he sat down, still admiring himself in the mirror for a bit longer. "Maybe I am a very kooky, but I always thought of a wedding, a union of two lovers, to be needing to be full of color and expression of one's self." Or maybe he been around his uncle too much.

He turned to watched her. "I don't know if we have cuffs, we have handcuffs...."

"No, I think we have hoofcuffs from when we played cops and robbers that one time. I think there is a small plastic gun somewhere....and mommy has the cop cap in her shop."

Tink seemed unaware of the small panic he had lit in his sister as he pulled onto a cape and smirked at his reflection. "Just need a mask and a rose, and I'll be a lady killer." He settled back down and looked at his sister. "Anyways, while tradition is all nice and everything, they are a bit too ingrain and been insti...insti..." He pause. "Ins-ti-tu-tio...na..lized." He mumbled under his breath then repeated the word. "The whole white bride is old fashion and been shown so many times that brides are just plain brainwashed into believing that a white dress is their only choice, regardless of shade. She doesn't have the the diamond in the rough, she can be the bold saphire, or the delicate ruby, or an opal of fire breath that overtakes. Not everyone looks good in white, and doesn't the bride have to be that sparkling jewel of the ball? That one that draws all the attention? "

Tink blinked a few times as his sister stuttered her way through a lame comeback. The colt open and then closed his mouth with an audiable click as she stomped her hooves. He hadn't meant to upset her, just playful banter, little needling, but not upset her. Always for the unconventional, he sometimes had a hard time telling when he was going too far.

"Blush, I am not saying tradition is bad, I am just saying that sometimes people's choices are made for them because they never bene given another option. They don't know they have the choice. Everyone always says the bride must dress in white, and I am saying because of it, any bride who wished to be dressed in something else feels pressure to be in white." He tried to keep level-headed, but felt his own body vibrating, not with anger, but anxiety to get away from his upset sister, least he made worse, which he was sure he just did.

Tink looked at her cutie mark as if he had just seen it, althought it had been there for a long time. He smiled at her. "Having a cutie mark doesn't mean you know everything. Mama is always figuring new things about her shop, new items or services she can bring on, or make, or offer." He gave a squeak. "Cutie marks are knowing your purpose, your drive, and passion, and if you knew how deal with everything in your field, then it would no longer be a fun and happy thing for you to do, you would be bored!"

"It's all about keeping an open mind." A deep blush appeared around his cheeks at the little kiss, as well the compliment thrown at him. "It will come when it wants to." He share a small grin. "For now, I am happy to help you find new and clever ways to amaze your future clientele, sis."