Twilight was reading a book while cleaning her rifle and waiting for the potential demolition expert.
"Twilight, do we really need somepony for demolition?" Spike asked. "I can blow up anything."
"We need a full time demolition specialist for our coming job," Twilight said, setting her rifle on its rack and checking her bow, which she affectionately called the Huntscolt. Just as she finished, the door opened in a puff of blue smoke, revealing a blue mare decked out in demolition specialist gear.
"Behold! The Great and Powerful Trixie, your demomare!" Trixie announced as she entered and shut the door, sitting down across from Twilight.
"Please not her..." Spike muttered.
"Hush, Spike," Twilight said before looking at Trixie. "Welcome, Trixie. Would you like a drink?"
"That would be wonderful," Trixie said.
"Get us some wine, Spike," Twilight said. "The good stuff."
"On it, Twilight," Spike said, going into the kitchen.
Twilight smiled at Trixie. "So, you're a demomare now, huh?"
"Yes. After the things that happened to Trixie in Ponyville, Trixie was unable to reclaim fame as a showmare," Trixie said. "So Trixie applied her knowledge of fireworks and became a demomare." As she spoke, Spire returned with their drinks and set them on the table.
"Impressive," Twilight said before sipping her wine. "So what makes you a good demomare?"
Trixie lowered her glass. "What makes Trixie a good demomare? If Trixie were a bad demomare, she would not be sitting here discussing it with you!" she snapped.
Twilight raised her forehooves in a placating gesture. "Alright. Just calm down, Trixie."
Trixie nodded and sipped her drink. "One crossed wire... one wayward pinch of potassium chlorate... one errant twitch... and you're dead!" She took another drink and set the glass down. "Trixie never expected to take this kind of turn in her life." She took note of movement outside the library. "So! The moral here?" she grabbed her grenade launcher and fired the four loaded bombs outside, blowing up the would be assassins. "Trixie is a grim fable..." she grabbed her sticky bomb launcher and set the mines contained within outside the door. "With a grim end!" she detonated the bombs and walked toward the remains with a laugh. "It seems they'll have to glue you back together. In Tartarus!"
Twilight put a hoof on Trixie's shoulder. "I think you'll fit right in, Trixie," she said as she brought the Huntscolt up and put an arrow in one remaining assassin's eye socket. Then she downed her drink like nothing had happened.