After giving an appropriate amount of time for adulation to materialize, Trixie raised her muzzle haughtily. “That is a simple trick for the Great and Powerful Trixie,” she huffed. “Be thankful that Trixie has graced your presence with . . . um. . . .” Her voice trailed off and she looked around the luxurious dining room, before glancing back at the table. Dusk was clearing it as quickly as she could.