"My tailbone still hurts sometimes, I swear." Muttered to himself, as he ticked his index fingers, eyes half-closed in thought. "There's always you leading Webby for a walk into the party space, and let her make her own conclusions before the guests approach her and-or jump out in surprise. Of course with Webby, she may go sailing over the mark entirely and wonder if it's a new spell, or the academy is having a special Pink Day celebration, or something of the sort."

He paused, then waved a hand. "Not that that's a bad thing, of course! But it makes our job all the more difficult."