Molly tapped her fingers against the coffee shop table, her half-eaten scone forgotten. "You can't be serious about hitting a kid's birthday party." "Think about it," Bill whispered, leaning forward. "Twenty, maybe thirty wrapped presents just sitting there. Easy pickings." The café buzzed with afternoon customers while Molly rolled her eyes. She stirred her latte absently, watching the foam swirl. "We're thieves, not monsters. There's a line." "Is there? Because last month you had no problem stealing that old lady's jewelry box." "She was rich! These are children, Bill. Little tiny humans with feelings." Bill pulled out his phone and showed her the invitation he'd swiped. "The dad's some tech executive. These aren't dollar store presents we're talking about." Molly grabbed the invitation, scanning it with growing interest. Her expression shifted from disgust to contemplation. "It says here it's a magic-themed party," she mused. "With a professional magician." "Yeah, so?" A slow smile spread across her face. "So maybe we need to book ourselves as the entertainment."