Tempest felt Meadow’s arms wrap around her barrel, stroking her back affectionately before she started tapping on her withers. “Um, not so tight!” came a crushed reply. Startled, Tempest let her go.

Meadow grinned. “Heh, I may be an earth pony but you hug like an Ursa!”

Tempest blushed before chuckling nervously. “Sorry.”

“So?” Meadow lilted. “What is the next step of your plan?”

“Amulets.” Tempest smiled. “Loads and loads of them. We need to get into manufacturing. Any ideas?”

Meadow’s eyes narrowed in thought, before she blinked with an idea. “I think I know just the pair of ponies. After we get some sleep, we need to purchase a pair of train tickets to Fillydelphia.”