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Molly unfolded a crayon map on the café table. “The party starts at two. We enter at two fifteen.” Bill squinted. “Why is the house shaped like a dinosaur?” “Because the birthday boy drew the map.” “Reliable source, then. What’s our cover?” “Clowns.” “No.” “Magicians?” “Worse. Last time, you pulled a rabbit from my trousers.” “It was a small rabbit.” “It was a furious rabbit.” “Fine. We’re balloon artists.” “Can you make balloons?” “I can make a long one shorter.” “By popping it?” “Details. The presents will be under the table. You distract the children while I fill this sack.” Bill looked at it. “That says WASHING.” “Exactly. Nobody questions laundry.” “Six-year-olds question everything. One asked me why my eyebrows looked disappointed.” “Were they?” “They’ve never recovered.” A waiter approached. “Anything else?” Molly smiled. “Two coffees, please.” “And a cake,” Bill added. “We’re planning a heist, Bill.” “I plan better with cake.” “The cake’s for the children.” “That’s cruel.” “Their cake, Bill. At the party.” “Oh. What about the parents?” “Tell them we’re collecting gifts for charity.” “That’s awful.” “Agreed. New plan: we perform, eat cake, and leave the presents.” “Can I be a pirate?” “Only if you share the cake.”