“Well, I wasn't planning to put any busts in the kitchen,” Allie said with a false note of cheer in her voice. “So I guess it'll be okay.” She turned her head back to her cart, where the results of days of hard work were carefully tarped down. Probably an unnecessary precaution, but a mare couldn't afford to be too careful. Allie gingerly reached out and wrapped her aura around the knots.