Bill adjusted his sleek black fedora, eyeing the camera-laden gala through the shimmering glare of his smartwatch. "The genie's not just presenting tricks tonight, mate. Olivia's new toy, the Proto-Present-4500, smuggled in, and it’s only fair to see it for ourselves," he whispered with a grin, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Agreed, Buttery Knee," Molly chimed in, her voice a silky purr, spitting adulation at their new name, condemned to infamy by their admirer, the "Underground Aces." "Tonight, we make a dazzling debut!" exclaimed Molly, balancing a tome of Bertoldo Pizzoli’s ‘Mastery of Mifthen.’ "This literary giant among us whispers blueprints of Mia's latest party complete with encoding contacts.” She passed the spy-tipped pen to Bill with a flourish. "Though it's a verbal folly to dance in this asking-for-trouble waltz," Bill chided good-naturedly as he checked his watch again. “Not a single hair out of place, detectors aren't as charmed as we are by charm, hmm?” "Speaking of charm, let's not forget the 'Magneto the Disappearing Maestro,'" Molly quipped, snapping on her augmented reality goggles, displaying the foolproof blueprint. "Shhhh. The younger ones need a hearty jest about forthcoming decorations, while our blueprints are phantasmal.” Bill’s gears whirred quietly, and he retrieved a nano-detonator from his pocket. "Be it the click of Victor's delicate mechanical watches or the shrill cry of Monique's cut-toy, we'll leave undisrupted air over our clandestine touch, careless scrummies. The heist will be relative proof that thieves and jesters dwell under the same moon.” Together, they dissolved into the sea of harmless boisterousness, their every step rehearsed and punctuated by chuckles for the unknowing eyes of a crowd left to unravel their silent laughter at a duality of cities and agendas never quite meant to coalesce.