The washroom door opened, and Glamerspear emerged with a towel around her head and another one draped over her back, fresh from a shower after that morning's Pony Physical Training. Since she’d opted to use bath towels, Artemis figured she mustn't have been in the mood for one of those quick 'WC-40' unicorn-magic drying maneuvers. With a smile on her face, Lily settled down onto the sofa, lying on her back, and telekinetically picked up one of her Cosmoponitan magazines.