Midnight brings her front hooves together with a light *clack*, her smile from before returning with a vengeance as she leaps off of her stool. "Then that's where we'll start tonight. Come on!" She doesn't wait for my response – preferring to practically gallop out the door separating our living space from the shop. Hoofsteps stop when she disappears from sight. Evidently, going down the steps is too slow compared to gliding down on wings.