Molly sipped her lukewarm coffee, her eyes scanning the dimly lit storage room. Bill leaned against a stack of dusty boxes, his expression expectant. "Alright, so I've got the layout," Molly said, unrolling a crumpled blueprint on a nearby workbench. "Main entrance is covered, but if we hit the back alley around 3pm, we should be cool." "Sounds like a Christmas miracle," Bill drawled, snatching a squeeze of pipe cleaner from his backpack. "What's the play?" "Mindextrap entrance. We–" "Mindextrap, huh?" Bill chuckled. "You're really milking the 'n ot-so-stealthy-shenanigans' vibe, aren't ya?" "Hey, it worked once. We walk in, pretend to be party staff, and zero in. Canvases are at the east table, live music at the west, cache should be near the gift unwrap area." Bill coiled a length of twine into a hump-back knot, tousling his hair in mock exhaustion. "You're a genius. What's the gift table layout?" "Standard Easter basket fare – fiberschoovedement chew toys for girls and action figures for boys. Paint by numbers for sparse action med stations in there too." She tapped an air 'X' on the blueprint. "Gift wrap's –trimming session cuts location memset parallels 79 expob order fo-adv per report." Bill paused mid-assemblage, their faces searching each other.