Gently. Ever so gently, did Twilight pick at the spell’s threads, four of her friends watching her work in nervous silence.

The fifth, and only pony bound to the magical explosive was far from quiet, however. She laughed, giggled and snorted; sometimes even briefly appearing in places other than the point to which she’d been tied.

Loss of concentration was inevitable, making Twilight’s hooves twitch when Pinkie asked if she was done yet for the fifth time that minute.

In the aftermath of the resulting party, Pinkie gave her friend a big hug. “Don’t worry, Twilight, you almost had it.”