While Rarity could only see a slight resemblence, Sweetie insisted the giant stuffed toy looked exactly like her. Using her saved allowances from the past month, she happily bought the stuffed unicorn and hauled it all the way back to the Boutique, beaming the whole time. For the next week they were inseparable, at least in the house. Anywhere Sweetie went, she dragged “Big Belle” with her.
 
On this particular morning, Rarity opened the door to the living room, only to see Sweetie curled up on the couch, her arms wrapped around Big Belle and her head curled into the nape of the plush’s neck, fast asleep. Rarity only smiled, shaking her head and quietly exiting of the room. I guess we all have out comforts, she thought.
 
(Based on a little conversation about a gigantic Sweetie plush, and Sweetie’s subsequent owning of one.)