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The warehouse smelled of rust and forgotten dreams, which Molly found oddly comforting. She spread the blueprints across a crate of expired party favors, her finger tracing the route to the gift table. "Bill, you're staring at the bounce house again." She didn't look up. She knew that particular silence, the way he fixated on anything inflatable. Last month it had been a parade float. Before that, a parade of one very confused hot air balloon. "The ventilation shaft," Bill said finally, "is directly above the cake table." "So?" "So I'm thinking we could rappel in during the Happy Birthday song. The acoustics are terrible in there. Nobody would hear us." Molly set down her pen. "You want to rappel into a room full of seven-year-olds." "I want to rappel into a room full of presents." "Bill, those are children's presents. Paw Patrol toothbrushes. Unicorn stickers. One of them will definitely be a book." "Books are heavy. Good for resale." She sighed, gathering her papers. "We go through the kitchen. After the pizza. No rappelling, no acoustic engineering, no traumatizing small humans." Bill nodded slowly, already sketching something on a napkin. "The kitchen it is. But Molly?" "What." "Do you think they'll have good pizza?" She walked toward the door, already hearing the distant wail of a child practicing their birthday scream. "I think," she said, "that we deserve good pizza."