With a quick flap of her wings she hovered up to admire her handy work.
The ramp was set up perfectly – she’d zip along, build up momentum with the help of her wings, and take the scooter straight through Sweetie’s open window. The unicorn’d be so impressed she’d fall for her on the spot, and she wouldn’t have to do anything lame and mushy like say she loved her or something. Which she did – but saying it was totally uncool.
Scootaloo was grinning as she landed. Nothing could possibly go wrong.