For Twilight, she'd been dodging a looming problem. Thankfully, Spike doesn't really use the Microwave, but any time she'd have company, she'd ask Barnon not to knock, and shut her side. Explaining that she had accidently bonded two dimensions and now had an extra-terrestrial friend she was sharing... 'things' with was... really, really not a good look, and not something she wanted to explain to anybody. Not the girls, not to her teacher. She'd find a... better way, later. If that ever happened. For all they knew, the spell could fritz out at any time. Or it could get worse. Or it could spread. Or implode. Or--