Molly drummed her fingers on the coffee shop table, studying the Chuck E. Cheese blueprints spread before her. The rainbow sprinkles from her donut scattered across the paper like tiny confetti bombs. "I still think this is low, even for us," Bill muttered, nervously adjusting his thick-rimmed glasses. Molly rolled her eyes as she traced the ventilation shaft with her index finger, leaving a slight smear of strawberry frosting in its wake. The afternoon sun caught the glitter of her nail polish, casting tiny disco balls across the building plans. "Those kids are getting double presents anyway. Birthday AND Christmas? That's just greedy." Bill slumped in his chair, his leather jacket creaking against the vinyl seat. He watched a mother struggle past their table with a towering stack of wrapped gifts, presumably headed to the very party they were targeting. "At least tell me we're not taking the stuffed animals." Molly folded the blueprints with military precision, tucking them into her bedazzled laptop case. She stood up, brushing donut crumbs from her black turtleneck. "Fine. But the Nintendo Switch is mine."