Nopony was lying in ambush for her. With a relieved sigh, she stepped into the kitchen, lighting her horn just enough to see her way. One of the earliest spells a foal learned, it was accessible to even the weakest casters—or tiredest. Her ears flattened as she saw two untouched bowls of salad neatly laid out on the table. It was the only thing out of place in the kitchen. All the cooking utensils were washed and hung on their pegs, the floor was swept, and the chairs were neatly tucked underneath the table.