As she approached the kitchen staff entrance, she devoted a fraction of her focus to the door, wrapping it in her magic and pulling it open just as she entered. As she crossed the threshold, the serene silence of the hallway was replaced with the near-chaotic clashes and bangs of pots and pans being tossed about. Unless she watched an individual trajectory, she could never tell whether that was onto one of multiple stove tops or into strategically placed sinks. Accompanying the big bangs was the background noise of various foods cooking and sizzling away in their pans, metal whisks brushing against metal, and water sloshing as two ponies attacked the dirty dishware in the sinks. 