"Come on," I said, urgently, "it can't be that hard."
"One second, I almost got the lock," snapped back Half-Pence. She was busy fiddling with a lock to an "unoccupied" shop. Soon enough, you could hear the magical click. Half-Pence turned and gave a smug look, like that "I told you so" look after you just lost a bet you put a little money into. You know, the one that looks into your soul and says "Let's spend the next two weeks remembering my victory."
She creaked the door open ever so slightly that it startled me when she yelled "It's good!" and swung the door so fast it nearly came off the hinges. I hated stealing things, even Half-Pence knew this. I told her one day it will get us thrown in jail, she just replied with the usual, "At least we'll get free meals." Only if we don't get a shiv in the flank.
Meanwhile, the brown-coated mare was trotting around the house, looking for a bit or a scrap of food.
"Hey, Silver, take a look at this." I saw her near an open safe in the back room of the shop. She walked out with an old, cob-web covered magazine. It took me a while to see the print in the dark, but as soon as my eyes adjusted, I saw that she was holding an old copy of some suggestive literature (should I really go into detail?).
"Put that down, you don't know where that's been." I wanted to smack it out of my hand, but then I would have to spend the rest of my life washing that same hoof.
"Fine," she replied. She tossed the pages away, but I could tell something got her attention. "Hey, check this out!"
"Not another dirty magazine." I never really wanted to be in this worn out building, but there was no other choice than to wait for some loot to come our way and then scram.
"No, just come over here." Her amazed sound made me reluctantly walk over there to see what she had discovered, but it was better than just some crummy, 5 year old sack lunch we found in a run-down preschool.
"Woah, is that..." I was even impressed in what she had uncovered.
"Yeah, it is." She had found a small saddle bag with over 120 bits in it, enough to feed us for months.
"Grab the bag, we might be able to a hot meal before we head home." I was too excited to think of anything else but the luxury that we had just scored.
Half-Pence grabbed the bag with her teeth and slung it near her flank. My eyes caught to her cutie mark. I haven't really asked about how she got it before, but I never felt like bothering her about it, since it was pretty self-explanatory at this moment. It was a small satchel with gold bits falling out. It might have meant something else, but it might be because of her expertise in taking money from people who had too much of it to spare.
But enough of that now, we had just gotten some real loot, and we were going to spend it like Celestia herself.