I slump back down on my couch, Derpy's flank rubbing against my side as I sink into the cushion again. Me on the left, Derpy in the middle, Dinky on the right, facing the table, with the Crusaders surrounding it deep in discussion. The the Crusaders are already yapping about plans, Sweetie Belle incredulous about the plan; Bloom and Scoots only worry is how to get high enough to achieve a proper downward bombing angle, hashing plans to stack locally 'Borrowed' crates and barrels to make a platform. Then, about what floor of window, whose window, and who among them is the most capable of forming a cannonball.