//------------------------------// // 6 - Burglary and Other Fine Hobbies // Story: The Amulet Job // by Rambling Writer //------------------------------// “Ten,” mumbled Starlight as she scrawled the number on a square scrap of paper. “Ten.” Another scrap. “Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten. Ten-” “Hey,” snapped Gilda, in the middle of her own scrawling. “Could you cool it with the numbers? I keep losing track of how much I’ve done.” “Sorry,” Starlight muttered. She started scratching out her ones in silence. Gilda rolled her eyes and scribbled a one. “Thirty-…” She blinked. “Thirty-… Thirty-… For the love of-” The sun had set a while ago. Everypony had agreed to work together on setting up the poker tournament, with the exception of Bon Bon and Lyra, who had taken it upon themselves to try getting into Steadfast and Holding’s (and they’d been pretty insistent that just the two of them go; Starlight hoped they wouldn’t spend the entire time making out). And setting up the tournament meant making chips to play with, since buying them would’ve used up even more of their limited funds. “Why do we need to actually write these numbers out?” asked Rainbow. Scribble scribble. “You said you were going to transfigure them into temporary tokens anyway.” “Because associating each scrap of, scrap of paper with a certain number,” said Sunburst, “alters its physical gestalt sufficiently to, to tweak its morphogenic field enough to allow for, um, for volumetric transmutation via quiddity manipulation significantly faster when performed en masse, even taking the muscle effort needed to write the numbers into account, than when done singularly.” “…Normal Pony, please?” Thorax spoke up. “Putting numbers on the paper makes it easier and faster to change them all at once.” He had written down numbers on four more “tokens” before he realized everyone except Sunburst and Derpy was staring at him. “What?” he squeaked, his fins quivering. “I’m a changeling!” With a flash, he turned into the Doctor. “Knowing-” Flash. Sunburst. “-transfiguration-” Flash. Starlight. “-is kinda-” Rainbow Dash. “-my thing!” Gilda. (The real Gilda squawked, jumped ten feet back, and hissed, her hackles raised.) “Of course it is,” said Derpy vaguely. “Why wouldn’t it be? It’s like a pegasus not knowing weather manipulation. And you can’t bring that up, Rainbow, it only happened twice!” “That’s three times too many!” said Rainbow. “Do you have any idea-” “Sweet Apple Acres got fixed both times!” “That’s beside the point! You-” “ARE YOU ALL DONE WITH MAKING YOUR CHIPS,” Starlight said loudly, “OH LOOK YOU ARE LET ME TRANSFIGURE THEM SO WE CAN GET THIS GAME STARTED OKAY.” She telekinetically plucked everyone’s scraps of paper from in front of them and piled them before herself. She pulled and pushed her magic; in a flash, the stacks of paper squares turned into circular things vaguely resembling poker chips. They were white, thin, and undecorated except for the number. They’d hardly do for serious play, but it’d be good for tonight. As Starlight began dividing up the chips (one hundred for each player), Sunburst stood up. “Uh, listen,” he said. “I already know I, I’m not that great at poker, and we’re kinda, kinda having this to find the best poker player, so I already know it’s me, so I was, um, gonna… just… work on some spells if that’s… okay with everybody?” Murmurs ranging from “sure” to “whatever” echoed around the table. Sunburst coughed. “I’ll… um… get going, then.” And he got going. The Doctor retrieved his pack of cards, pulled them out. A few quick half-shuffles, and he looked around the table. “So. Who’s dealing?” “Eh, what the heck,” Gilda said, reaching out. After dark, Trotter Gorge didn’t feel right to Bon Bon. It was surprisingly quiet, barring the rush of the central river, but something about the not-quite-silence felt slimy and rotten. It was like, absent the hustle and bustle of the day, the place had absolutely nothing to offer and simply sat around like a raked pile of leaves, got in the way like boxes on moving day. And maybe there was a reason nopony went out at night. Bon Bon guessed that Trotter Gorge was a stinking town, but then, most gambling towns were. But considering Lyra’s casual gait, it might’ve just been her imagination. After all, barely anypony went out at night in Ponyville, and there was nothing wrong after dark there. Lyra moseyed on languorously down the street, whistling some tune Bon Bon couldn’t name. Maybe she was composing something. Against all of Bon Bon’s instincts, Lyra insisted on staying out in the open, not once attempting to hide behind fences or in bushes on the few occasions somepony else passed them. “You look really silly doing that, you know,” Lyra said as Bon Bon brushed twigs out of her mane again. “You look really obvious doing that,” Bon Bon replied. One of the twigs was bleeding a little bit of sap on the end and took a few strands of Bon Bon’s mane with it. “Hey, I’m just a pony going for a walk at night. Isn’t obvious and not silly less suspicious than obvious and silly?” Lyra asked. “I only look obvious to you because you can see me go into hiding,” said Bon Bon. She flicked a leaf from her tail. “Nopony else can see me, so I’m not obvious.” “Why do we even need to hide? We’re not at the building yet.” “Reflexes,” Bon Bon admitted. She glowered the rest of the trip and twitched whenever she saw a bush. The area around Steadfast and Holding’s was dark outside of a few streetlights, quiet, and lonely. “Keep quiet and stay out of sight now,” said Bon Bon. “Any attention we attract now, we don’t want.” Lyra seemed to get it, because she nodded and whispered, “So do we just go in now, or…?” “Not yet. We go around the place, looking for lights or movement in the windows in case there’s any late-night security guards. I doubt it, but better safe than sorry.” The building had plenty of bushes around it, thankfully. Bon Bon and Lyra flitted from cover to cover easily, always looking into the windows. Bon Bon couldn’t see anything, and Lyra didn’t say anything. Lyra proved surprisingly receptive to tips on staying hidden and, now that cover was actually necessary, didn’t say anything about looking silly. One full circuit told Bon Bon that there weren’t any guards that she could see, so she ran up to the door. She tugged at it, just in case, but the employees had remembered to lock up. No matter; she’d come prepared. She unrolled the lockpicking kit she’d smuggled into her saddlebags on the trip up (a bit of secret agent paraphernalia that she couldn’t bring herself to even stop carrying around; she’d lost the keys to her candy shop one too many times) and selected the right pick for the job. Holding the pick between her hooves and the torsion wrench in her teeth, she started jiggling at the lock. “So how many places have you broken into?” whispered Lyra, bouncing behind her. Bon Bon jiggled the torsion wrench. Nothing yet. She muttered, “Shut up, Lyra.” “A lot? A little?” “Shut up, Lyra.” “C’mon, you never-” “I’ll tell you when I’m done. But right now, I’m trying to focus. Shut up, Lyra.” “Sorry,” Lyra whispered, and shut up. A few seconds later, click, the door swung open. Bon Bon stuffed the pick and torsion wrench back into her bags. “I’ve done the breaking-in myself three or four times and been on break-in teams six times more.” “Were you involved in Haltergate?” “Don’t be ridiculous! If I was, you wouldn’t know about it.” Like the outside, the inside of the building was quiet and dark, without the faintest hint of a guard. “No light,” Bon Bon whispered to Lyra as they crept inside. “We don’t want to attract attention.” There was just enough light from outside to see by, anyway. “Sure,” Lyra whispered back. Bon Bon scampered to the employee side of the help desks, pulled open a random drawer, and flicked through it. Not even an employee manual about where everything was. She sighed and pushed it closed again. The employee-only doors yielded to her even more quickly than the outside doors. Plenty of drab desks, but no filing cabinets. And still no sign of a guard. “Keep an eye out for a staircase up,” Bon Bon whispered. “The plans are probably on the second floor.” “Sure thing!” Prowling around the desks, Bon Bon pawed through memo after memo, report after report, paper after paper, not-blueprint after not-blueprint. She glanced around herself. No guard. Old frustrations, formerly kept in check by training, began bubbling to the surface. Sweetie Drops would’ve been patient, but after years of being out of practice, Bon Bon felt like she had to have found the plans by now. This was impo- “Hey, Bonnie!” yelled Lyra. “I found stairs!” Bon Bon crossed the room to Lyra’s location so quickly it was hard to say she hadn’t teleported. “Scream louder,” she hissed, “I don’t think they heard you over in Vanhoover.” “There’s no guards here,” scoffed Lyra at a normal volume. “We would’ve heard them by now.” Bon Bon immediately pivoted her ears around. Silence. She looked over her shoulder. Nothing. “Huh,” she said. “Would’ve expected a guard to show up right then. Marephy’s law.” “Seeeeeee?” Lyra said, grinning. She pranced up the dark staircase, whistling. “At least keep the lights off!” Bon Bon yelled. Again in violation of Marephy’s law, no lights went on. The upstairs floor finally had rows of filing cabinets. Big ones, too, with broad, flat drawers. In fact, it was pretty much nothing but those filing cabinets. Bon Bon grinned as she trotted to the nearest one. She squinted up and down the sides until she found a marking: M. “Lyra?” she asked. Lyra waved over the top of the cabinets a few rows over. “Over here!” she said. “I found C!” “For ‘Canyon Rim Casino’,” she said when Bon Bon came over. “And ‘G’, for ‘Goumada’,” she added, “is over there. But…” She tugged at the drawer and shrugged. “They don’t want to share. How rude.” The locks on the cabinets were the simplest ones that night; Bon Bon simply went and unlocked all the ones near “C”. “You stay here,” Bon Bon said as she jimmied one lock after the other open. “I’ll look for ‘G’.” Soon, she had pulled open one of the G drawers and was leafing back and forth through the prints inside. “G, G, G…” she muttered. “Green Galloper Bar, no… General Arcanics, no… Gold Leaf Something, no… Gourmet Cuisine, no, and way to break the marketing budget, pal…” “Bonnie!” yelled Lyra. “I got it I got it I got it!” Gilda-Griffon-Lion-Bald Eagle shuffled the cards like a boss, bridging them in a near-perfect arch and flicking them out to land perfectly in front of each player, and doing it all quickly, to boot. Thorax-Changeling hadn’t even gotten a good look at his cards before betting had begun. To the left of Gilda-Griffon-Lion-Bald Eagle, Rainbow-Pegasus-Blue put in a five-bit bet. That was the… blind, right? The small blind? Apparently so; Starlight-Unicorn-Heliotrope put in ten bits. Thorax-Changeling didn’t look at his cards as he put ten bits in. “Cop,” he said. “Call,” whispered Derpy-Pegasus-Gray. “Call!” squeaked Thorax-Changeling. “I mean call, I mean call!” He felt his hemolymph rushing to his face and barely prevented himself from ducking under the table. But no one laughed. Derpy-Pegasus-Gray called, Doctor-Earth-Brown called, Gilda-Griffon-Lion-Bald Eagle called, Rainbow-Pegasus-Blue called, Starlight-Unicorn-Heliotrope checked. At least it wasn’t too high-scale yet. As Gilda-Griffon-Lion-Bald Eagle dealt out the flop, Thorax-Changeling examined his cards again. He had a seven of hearts and a jack of… clubs? That didn’t look like a club, but it was black and it definitely wasn’t a spade. He didn’t think they were good cards. He looked at the three cards on the table. Two of clubs (he assumed it was clubs), five of diamonds, queen of hearts. No, not good. Still… “Chafe,” he said, tapping the table. “Check,” whispered Derpy-Pegasus-Gray. “Check! I mean check.” Derpy-Pegasus-Gray called. And Doctor-Earth-Brown raised the pot by ten bits. Thorax-Changeling managed to hide his grimace. This was going to be a short game for him, wasn’t it? But he was learning, so he could take risks. Once Gilda-Griffon-Lion-Bald Eagle had folded, he’d made his decision, even after Rainbow-Pegasus-Blue called and Starlight-Unicorn-Heliotrope both raised five bits each. “Call,” he said, depositing his chips. “Fold,” muttered Derpy-Pegasus-Gray, setting her cards on the table. “What a terrible-” “Raise ten,” Doctor-Earth-Brown said promptly. Thorax-Changeling bit his lip. He had no idea what he was looking for. (Rainbow-Pegasus-Blue folded.) Trying to think of what hoof each other person could have was very different than just going “this hoof is good” or “this one is bad”. (Starlight-Unicorn-Heliotrope folded.) And now everyone was looking at him and he had to make a decision. Did this qualify as cheating? Well, there weren’t any rules against it… as far as he knew… Thorax-Changeling poked at Doctor-Earth-Brown’s emotions. His face was blank, but if he hadn’t been hiding it, he’d’ve been bouncing around like a superball, whinnying giddily. He must have a good hoof. “Fold,” said Thorax-Changeling. He put down his cards. Doctor-Earth-Brown grinned. “Well, I’ll be! Knocking everypony out before the turn! This must be my lucky day!” But even as he pulled the tokens to his pile, he tasted of the tangy bitterness of mild disappointment. If he’d had a really good hoof, then he might’ve wanted betting to continue so he could get a larger pot. As Rainbow-Pegasus-Blue flicked out the cards and Thorax-Changeling pushed his ten bits in for the big blind, he realized he could do a lot with this, if only he was willing to go a bit further. Hesitantly, he began poking at everybody else’s emotions. When she heard Lyra’s cry, Bon Bon didn’t even bother closing the drawer. She practically flew several aisles over to Lyra, who was grinning and waving a large folio of papers in the air. Bon Bon picked out Canyon Rim Casino: Building Plans on the front. “You’re sure that’s them?” Bon Bon asked, forcing herself to be pragmatic. “Definitely!” said Lyra. “See-” She flipped past a few pages, to one labelled “Casino — Main Floor”. “-this is definitely the casino we were in today. There were rows of slot machines here, there was a roulette table here, the desk where you could get your chips were here, and I recognize the placement of these two doors right here.” She looked up at Bon Bon, still grinning like a loon. “These are definitely the plans, Bonnie.” Bon Bon couldn’t hold back her own smile. “Nice.” She slapped Lyra on the back. “Any missing pages?” “Dunno. Page one, page two, three, four…” Lyra quickly fanned through the papers. “Not when it comes to numbering. You said these might be wrong?” “Goumada’s part of an artifact-smuggling cartel. Would you want the secret design of your vault to be on public record like this?” “Heh. Guess not.” Lyra looked at the cover of the folio again. “So we just… walk off with them? I’ve never stolen anything.” “Hopefully we just walk off with them,” said Bon Bon. She was already closing and relocking the drawers. “But, you know, Marephy’s law. We see if we can get Starlight to make a copy for us — what good’s a unicorn that powerful if she can’t duplicate anything? — and we stick the original back in here so it won’t be missed.” “Espionage is a lot more boring than I thought it’d be.” “The hard part was easy this time.” As Lyra trotted to the steps, Bon Bon relocked the “G” drawers. Down the staircase, locking up all the doors she’d picked. Lyra snorted as they walked to the exit. “I guess making sure the building is nice and locked up is important right after you’ve burglarized it.” “What do you think they’d think if they came back to work only to find everything unlocked? They’d report a break-in immediately.” Bon Bon put a hoof on the door- “WAIT!” yelled Lyra, suddenly panicked. “Do you see that? Below the streetlight?” Fear gripped Bon Bon; a unicorn in the uniform of a police officer was walking down the street, hornlight sweeping the cobblestones. Bon Bon shuffled away from the door and ducked behind the help desks, pulling Lyra with her, already thinking. “Stay down,” Bon Bon whispered. Lyra curled up behind the desks, hooves over her head. “Do, do you think she saw us? Is she just patrolling?” Bon Bon peeked over. The cop was leisurely strolling towards the door. “She’s definitely coming here.” Was there an alarm they’d tripped? She was so out of touch that she’d forgotten to check for alarms. “Heh heh. Great.” Lyra’s voice was high-pitched. “Any chance we can hide here and she’ll ignore us?” “Not unless you’ve got a really good reason for two grown mares to be in an empty office building after working hours.” Bon Bon crept towards the door to the back room, hoping she could unlock the door again before the cop arrived, trying to remember the best- And then Lyra, ears quivering, tugged her back. “Actually, yeah,” she whispered. “Hit me. What is it?” When the officer eventually pulled the door open, Bon Bon and Lyra were bent over a desk, necking furiously. “Pretend- you don’t- notice her,” Bon Bon whispered to Lyra in between kisses. The blueprints were stuffed in a drawer beneath them. Finally, the cop coughed, and the pair couldn’t ignore her anymore. They pushed apart, trying to look surprised. Blinking in the glare of the hornlight, Bon Bon plucked a pencil from her mane and said, “Um. Hello. What, what, what seems to be the problem, officer?” The cop frowned at the two of them and shifted her weight, obviously uncomfortable at the intimacy. “The silent alarm went off not too long ago. You-” “Sweeeeetieeeeeee,” cajoled Lyra, sounding half-drunk. She rolled over and nibbled at Bon Bon’s neck. “Cut it out, Heartstrings.” Rolling with it, Bon Bon pushed Lyra away, who made a sad sound of protest. “We’re busy.” “But,” slurred Lyra, “but I wanna-” “When we’re done here,” snapped Bon Bon. “Sorry, sorry,” she said to the cop, “but we had to work, and this is a great place for, um, privacy-” “But you forgot to lock the doooooooooor!” whined Lyra. “And you set off the alarm and you got us! In! TerrUPted!” She beat lightly at Bon Bon. The cop swallowed. “Um, um, ma’ams…” Bon Bon could almost see the gears turning in her head: arrest the suspects or get out of the situation more quickly? “You two… stay here… I’ll look upstairs.” She darted away. “Keep calm,” Bon Bon whispered to Lyra. “She won’t find anything.” Lyra nodded, but she looked on the verge of screaming. A few eternal minutes later, the cop returned. “Everything, everything seems to be in order up there,” she said, trying to look at them without actually looking at them. “I’ll just put it down as a false alarm and leave you to your… work.” “Yeah! Work! Professionals do it on desks all the time, if you know what I mean!” Lyra said cheerfully. “Take care,” the cop said quickly, and was out the door. “First night shift,” Bon Bon heard her grumble, “and I have to deal with that?” Neither Bon Bon nor Lyra breathed easily again until the cop was gone. In spite of it being “just” a small-town cop, Bon Bon’s heart was racing. “Sheesh, I’m actually shaking,” whispered Lyra. “Look. I thought those books were making stuff up.” “Normal. Fight-or-flight response.” Bon Bon forced her breathing to slow. “Good thinking, there.” “It…” Lyra’s cheeks turned red. “It was the first thing that came to mind.” “Hey, I’m not complaining.” Bon Bon looked at Lyra. Lyra looked at Bon Bon. “The others can wait a few minutes, right?” “Right.” The desk-supported work recommenced. Thorax-Changeling liked poker very much, he decided. Once he got into the swing of things, he swung like a champ. He started avoiding emotional sensations and found he was still decent at judging players. Some of them were easier than others — Rainbow-Pegasus-Blue might as well just show you her cards while Doctor-Earth-Brown was only slightly more expressive than a statue — but he still picked up on their little tics, like the way Starlight-Unicorn-Heliotrope’s right ear twitched whenever she got a bad hoof. He’d managed to pull in the bulk of the chips, with only Doctor-Earth-Brown ahead, and then mainly because Thorax-Changeling occasionally tried to read him visually and always crashed and burned and exploded. After what didn’t feel like much time, but what he suspected could be hours, Thorax-Changeling had chipped away at everybody else’s bits, along with Doctor-Earth-Brown and Gilda-Griffon-Lion-Bald Eagle. However, the latter had gotten unlucky on a large pot with pocket fives and lost a lot of money to Thorax-Changeling, so now Thorax-Changeling and Doctor-Earth-Brown controlled almost ninety percent of the money on the table between them. The two of them were the only players left on the current hoof, with a pot of over two hundred bits. Thorax-Changeling had the ace of clubs and the eight of diamonds against a river of the eight of spades, the ace of hearts, the jack of hearts, and the two of hearts. Awful lot of hearts. No way to make a straight. No way to make a full house. Plenty of ways to make a two-pair-beating flush. The fourth card had been turned over almost a minute ago and Doctor-Earth-Brown still hadn’t made up his mind. Drumming his hoof on the table, he was like a dressmaking donkey as he hemmed and hawed. Thorax-Changeling simply stared at him. “I’m waiting,” he said. Maybe it would work as a taunt? He’d never been good with taunts. They were so mean. Doctor-Earth-Brown glanced up at Thorax-Changeling and grinned. It was the sort of grin you’d give to a new rival. “Of course you are. You’ve just been full of surprises tonight, haven’t you?” “I guess,” Thorax-Changeling said with a shrug. He poked at Doctor-Earth-Brown’s emotions. Lots of indecision. “You’re sure you’ve never played poker before?” Rainbow-Pegasus-Blue asked, half-skeptically, half in wonder. “Because, wow, you’re like a champ.” “Nah,” said Gilda-Griffon-Lion-Bald Eagle, batting at Rainbow-Pegasus-Blue, “you just suck at it.” “I do, but he’s still great.” Gilda-Griffon-Lion-Bald Eagle smirked. “I’ll take that. You probably already know what you’re going to do, right, Thorax?” “Maybe.” “So if the other dweeb at the table would move this party along-” “Yeah, for someone whose cutie mark is related to time,” said Starlight-Unicorn-Heliotrope to Doctor-Earth-Brown, “you sure do like to waste it.” “I’m making a decision,” replied Doctor-Earth-Brown. Thorax-Changeling almost expected to see some sweat on his brow, but there was nothing. “This late in the game, it’s not something to be taken lightly.” He finally tapped the table. “Check,” he said. Thorax-Changeling had made his decision a long time ago. He moved some tokens to the pot. “Raise twenty.” He was immediately rewarded with a rush of fear from Doctor-Earth-Brown. His expression didn’t change and he didn’t give any tells, so far as Thorax-Changeling could see, but he was suddenly in a panic. After a second, he said levelly, “Raise you twenty.” He dropped four 10 tokens onto the pile. Before they’d finished clinking, Thorax-Changeling said, “I’ll raise you fifty.” He flicked the relevant tokens into the pot. Doctor-Earth-Brown still didn’t change expression, but his emotions wilted in despair. “Ah, booger. I fold.” And as Thorax-Changeling pulled in over three hundred fake bits’ worth of tokens, he realized he had poker in the bag. Bon Bon’s and Lyra’s trip back to the villa was easy, even though Bon Bon’s instincts kept telling her to hide in bushes. She wanted to flip through the plans, get a feel for the casino, but she knew that if she started, she’d never stop. (Plus, walking and reading blueprints at the same time was kinda tricky for an earth pony.) Her gaze flitted back and forth, back and forth, but by now, it was late enough that she and Lyra were the only ponies on the dark streets. “We did it! We did it!” Lyra sang quietly. “Oh yeah, yeah, yeah… Bonnie, stop trying to look like a spy. We broke into a place, got caught, and still got away scot-free. We’re done.” “It’s not over until it’s over,” said Bon Bon. She looked over her shoulder. Nopony. “Until we’re back at the villa-” “Hey, look, we’re back at the villa!” Lyra pushed the gate to the villa they were back at open. “You worry way too much. And no saying I don’t worry enough!” She waved a hoof faux-scoldingly at Bon Bon. “That’s really predictable.” Bon Bon rolled her eyes and drew a hoof across her mouth, but she still didn’t relax until the front door was shut behind them. Most of the ponies were in the dining room, so naturally that was where Lyra strode to like she was some kind of princess of thieves. You’d’ve thought she’d just won the lottery. “Guess who just robbed some ponies?” she proclaimed cheerfully. “It was an architectural firm, stop acting like we broke into the Royal Treasury!” snapped Bon Bon, following after her. “But, yeah. Found the plans.” She held up the roll of blueprints for everyone to see. “Seriously?” Gilda asked, twisting around in her chair. “You two actually found them? Kinda expecting Gouda Feta to just have them destroyed. What a loser of a criminal.” “Dunno why she didn’t do that,” said Bon Bon. “But we got them.” “Ha! Nice,” said Rainbow. She fluttered over to get a good look at the blueprints. “And you’ll never guess who’s the best at poker!” “The Doctor,” said Lyra. “Nope! Thorax.” “Thorax?” Thorax nodded and grinned. “I know, right? That was kinda my reaction, too. But check it out!” He patted his pile of tokens. “I won everything!” “No, that makes sense,” Bon Bon said slowly. “You’d need to be able to read ponies well enough during an infiltration to know when they were getting suspicious of you, and that’s just a few steps away from reading bluffs.” “I guess!” Thorax said in a slightly-too-high voice. “S-so, um, I… suppose I’m going to try to gamble at poker tomorrow?” “Only if it’s hold ’em,” said the Doctor, shuffling the cards, “but I wouldn’t worry about that. Most every casino in Equestria has tables for hold ’em. And if it’s another type, we’ll teach you it. Many poker variants are quite similar. I simply hope we never have to discuss Omahalter 8.” He shook his head and whistled. “Bloody princesses, is that complicated.” “So now what?” asked Gilda. “We’ve got the stupid plans. Are gonna start making stupid plans of our own?” “Nah. It’s almost eleven.” Bon Bon tossed the plans on the table. “Why bother? We’ve got tomorrow. I think we need to get some sleep for tonight.” Starlight leaned into the room. “So, um, Sunburst just brought up a really good point… who’s sleeping where?”