For some people, greatness is something that they're born with. For others, it's something that they achieve through hard work and perseverance.
For the Great and Powerful Trixie, however...well, it was a little bit of both, really.

Now, when it came to greatness, she was rarely one to engage in needless boasting. Furthermore, she was certainly humble enough to acknowledge just how much luck had played a favorable role in her life thus far. After all, being born great wasn't necessarily a guarantee for anyone, and there was just as much chance that she could've come into this world as average, or even sub-par. Her mind shuddered at the very thought, but it was nevertheless a reality that she fully accepted. Without a doubt, she knew that she was lucky to have been born great.

But having said all of that, Trixie had absolutely no reservations when it came to pride over achieving greatness. And why would she? Such accomplishments were forged entirely of one's own willpower, and it was through hers alone that she now held a very important title—one officially recognized throughout the eternal annals of Canterlot's history:

The Greatest and Powerfulest Student!

Truly, no superlative so perfectly reflected her status quite like that one. Better yet, it was one that she had earned squarely through sheer determination and unwavering belief in her convictions. It was as if all of her blood, sweat, and tears had finally been transformed into a bold and immutable ink that proclaimed her greatness throughout the world...all on pages 137 and 138 of the school's previous yearbook.

It was definitely catchy, to be sure...but it went far beyond just being a title for her.
It was who she was...who she had always been...who she always saw herself as.

...So why couldn't everyone else see that?

With a huff in her step, and a face flushed with both humiliation and anger, Trixie kicked open the door to her dressing room—which thirty minutes ago had just been one of the community theater's utility closets—and stomped right on in.

“Philistines!” she shouted. “Those fools wouldn't recognize true power if it was right in front of their faces!”

Ah, the tough crowd. It was the bane of every struggling performer out there, second only to stage fright and tight-fisted tippers. This afternoon's assemblage was especially rough, and it was comprised not only of unimpressed patrons, but also wailing infants, distracting chatterbugs...and hecklers!

“You should make yourself disappear!” she parroted mockingly, all the while throwing her top-hat onto the nearby stool. “What do they know about magic, anyway!? WHAT DO ANY OF THEM KNOW!?”

In a flash of fury, she threw her wand across the room, and watched as it slammed against the broken window pane that had been serving as her impromptu vanity. Of course the wand would hit at exactly the right angle then to trigger its hidden compartment, and of course the trick bouquet held within would be released in mid-air, with fake flowers being scattered all about in the process.
Only when everything settled did Trixie survey the results of her little tantrum, and only then did she really take notice of just how cluttered and destitute this dressing roo—this closet really was!

“Stupid wand... Stupid theater!... STUPID AUDIENCE!”

With that last little sputter of rage, she slapped the top-hat off of her stool, and took a wobbly seat to try and calm herself for a few minutes.
Honestly, getting this upset over a bad performance—or rather a bad audience—was surprising even to her. And since the entire point of these fundraising shows was to contribute to Canterlot High's senior celebrations, she should've been happy just to be pulling in her fair share of the funding. With all of that in mind, who really cared what the occasional group of malcontents thought about her magic anyway, right?
Then again, it wasn't just this evening's crowd that was proving dismissive as of late. It had been like this all week...and the criticisms were coming from more than just random locals...

It seemed like, not even a few months ago, things couldn't have been going better for Trixie.
Ever since getting that superlative into the yearbook, she had more friends, more fans, and more loyal followers than ever before. And with all of that came even more recognition of her many talents, especially with regards to magic. Granted, hers wasn't quite as flashy or superhuman as Sunset's little group, but sleight-of-hand was a fine art in its own way. To be acknowledged as a talented performer of prestidigitation, not unlike the great Harry Hoofdini himself, was what she had always strove to achieve in life.
Lately, following up on that tremendous act seemed more feasible than ever before. But then the curtains rose, and the harsh spotlights of reality started to glare down and blind her...

A rap at the door interrupted Trixie's attempts to decompress. Moments later, a stagehand poked his head into the room, and, without even looking up from his clipboard, quickly notified the young magician of her remaining time.

“Five minutes till you're back on, kid!”

“...Fine!” she snipped, annoyed at not even being addressed by name.

With that, the door slammed shut, and Trixie was yet again left alone to gather herself in peace. Sadly, with what little time remained before the second half of her act was to go underway, she would just have to settle for gathering the fragments of her trick bouquet instead. At least while she did that, there was one person to whom she could vent her many frustrations, even if he wasn't technically present to hear them.

“...Oh, Harry,” she sighed ruefully, standing to address the poster that she had hung near the window pane.

It's a shame that Hoofdini had lived long before color photography became a thing, but to his credit, the black-and-white look certainly accentuated his mystifying aura. Back then, things were probably so much simpler all around. No colored pictures, no digital editing...no actual magic. Just one's own wit and ingenuity to pull off genuine feats of mystery and amazement!
That poster depicting him escaping from a straitjacket—upside down, whilst dangling from a crane, no less—was one such feat, and it always filled Trixie with both wonder and motivation. And as of late, it also served as a rather convenient piece for her to converse with. If Harry was gonna spend all day hanging around, after all, he might as well lend an ear to her woes in the meantime.

“How did you do it?” she asked, for once not just referring to his Upside Down act, either. “Your tricks could shut all these idiots up in a heartbeat! I'll bet whenever anyone doubted your greatness, you showed them all just how narrow-minded they were being!”
She got onto her knees and started picking up the flowers, all the while rattling off examples of the kind of nay-saying mockery that her idol surely encountered in his line of work.

“Ooh, Hoofdini! Bet you couldn't escape from inside a whale...” That was probably what each of those pompous businessmen said, before he proved them all wrong!

“Ooh, Hoofdini! You'll never be able to swallow all those needles...” That was most likely what every dubious onlooker shouted, before he swallowed and pulled out a literal necklace of needles!

“Ooh, Hoofdini! Stop this silly magic stuff, and focus on getting into a good college!” That was... Actually, that probably wasn't a common argument back in his day...

“Nobody cares about magic anymore. Who still goes to see shows like that? Why not apply for Canterlot U? Why risk your future like that!? YOU'RE NOT AS GREAT AS YOU THINK!”

That last comment cut especially deep, and almost spurred Trixie to throw the bouquet as hard as she possibly could. She refrained at the last moment, however, not wishing to kneel on the ground any longer than necessary.

“Well,” she muttered, “I'll show them... I'LL SHOW THEM ALL!”

There was still one flower left unaccounted for, and it took Trixie a moment to spot where it was hiding. Wouldn't it figure that the cloth carnation somehow found its way behind the window pane, right at the spot where it was hardest to reach. Who even knows what kind of dirt and debris had since nested within that little nook. But the young magician had come too far to quit now, especially since these particular props could run upward of five dollars a flower.
Without a moment's hesitation, fueled by both frustration and frugality, Trixie crawled over to the window and stuck her arm behind it, stretching as hard as she possibly could in the process.

“...If they think that...The Great and—oh, come on—The Great and Powerful Trixie...”

In the reach for that flower, her breathing became so labored, and her grunting so exacerbated...that she didn't even hear what sounded like steam seeping in through the vents overhead.

“...is going to just give up...rrrggghhh...ON EVERYTHING SHE'S WORKED TOWARD!”

Her eyes grew so laser-focused on that accursed flower...that she didn't even notice the emerald tint reflecting off of the window's broken glass.

“...thennn...they....better prepare...TO BE AMAZED!”

She reached forward one last time with all of her might, giving it everything she had to stretch even another picometer further. Thankfully, her fingers managed to clasp onto the tip of the flower then, and she pulled it out with one clean motion before falling onto her back.

“AH HA!” she shouted triumphantly, holding her prize high into the air whilst gazing at it in great and powerful glory.

A few moments later, Trixie's attention shifted from the flower in her hand...to the cloud of magic floating directly above her. And before she could even let out so much as a scream, it descended on her...

Once again, there was another series of loud knocks at the closet door; however, nobody poked their head in, this time around. Instead, the stagehand from earlier merely shouted directions through it.

“One minute, kid! Make sure you've got everything!”

Trixie didn't respond.
Staring at her reflection in the full-bodied, tri-folded mirror—which not two minutes ago was just a broken window—she felt so strange... So different... So confident and powerful.

Was this really her? It must've been. Who else would it be?
But...all of that doubt from earlier... All that worry and aggravation... It was all gone...
Of course it was, she reasoned. It was just some worthless opinions that managed to get under her skin for a few moments. But no longer...

Trixie moved forward to get a closer look at herself then, only to notice how she was stepping all over her plastic flowers. Fake little toys for petty little tricks. Moments ago, she managed to conjure up an entire mirror for herself—and that was just on a whim, a brief wish to better see if she looked any different after...something had happened...or at least, she thought it had. But maybe not. Had this always been possible for her? If so, what else was she capable of?
Only one way to find out...

She aimed her wand at the ground and gently flicked it toward the flowers. Moments later, they all started levitating before her very eyes! It was just like when she had performed street magic with Twilight Sparkle's dog a year ago. Only, this time, she actually felt fully in control of what was happening. It was amazing!
With her every wave of the wand, the flowers danced whimsically about in the air. They raised and lowered rhythmically, and even twirled around in unison...before finally combusting into flames with but another excited flick!

Shocked and afraid of what she just witnessed, Trixie could only pull the wand back and hold it tightly to her chest. That wasn't intentional at all... She didn't want to destroy those flowers! They cost a bundle! And that was a really dangerous use of her...her powers. And what outstanding powers they were! Perfect for a master magician such as herself!
Of course...she needed to be much more careful from now on...and she would be. But she also couldn't help wondering what else was possible now. No more simple sleights of hand, or hollow little illusions! This was all real magic! And it was all hers! Now, nobody could deny the abilities of the Great and Powerful—

“Hey!” the stagehand yelled, all the while impatiently banging at the door. “Showtime, kid! You in there, or what!?”

Though she was growing tired of being summoned so unceremoniously, the young magician felt neither anger nor anxiety this time around. Instead, she was merely excited to get her new show on the road!

Reinvigorated, and ready for the second half, Trixie gave her wand three last little flicks before departing for the stage. The first one teleported her top-hat right onto her head. The second gave her clothing a bit of an overhaul—complete with darker threads, a glittering cape, and a flashy new golden plume. The third and final flick sent forth a bolt of magic that blew the door right off of its hinges, sending both it and the annoying stagehand halfway across the hall.

“The Great and Powerful Trixie...is ready!”

For some people, greatness is something that they're born with. For others, it's something that they achieve through hard work and perseverance.
But for the Great and Powerful Trixie...not only was it a little bit of both...but it had also just been thrust upon her as well. And now, it was time to show her audiencejust how great she—how great they were...

****

Today's the big day...
This evening's gonna be it...
Not much longer to go, now...

With every hour that passed on Thursday, Applejack found yet another phrase to incessantly underline just what was on the horizon for her. And with every hour that five o'clock inched closer by, she found herself growing infinitely more anxious—and now it wasn't just because of Rarity, either.

When Sunset took a peek into her mind yesterday, the farm girl wasn't quite sure what to expect in the aftermath of it all. Would her phone erupt with calls expressing both shock and confusion? Would it become inundated with texts that were littered with questions she didn't know how to answer? Would any of them be from Rarity?

Regardless of the possibilities, Applejack was certain that at least something would follow in the wake of what had happened. Something had to follow...and yet nothing did.
When she didn't show up for the rest of yesterday's classes, there wasn't a single call from anyone all evening. When she skipped out of school today to focus on helping with the harvest—and to delay confronting any of her friends directly—her phone didn't so much as vibrate even once. And as the evening drew nearer, things remained so quiet that she repeatedly checked to make sure the phone wasn't broken yet again.

Theoretically, this all should've helped to ease the farmer's troubled mind quite a bit. It's not like she was looking forward to dealing with this particular fallout in the first place. So, not hearing anything from anybody should've been a relief—almost like a stay of execution.
And yet, it was having the exact opposite effect. All of this silence was just getting her more antsy by the moment. It brought to mind the old saying of “the calm before the storm,” and Applejack's experiences long ago taught her that usually the better the calm, the worse the storm that would inevitably follow.

Five minutes till five, now. One way or another, the farm girl would soon be hearing from everyone, whether she liked it or not. Guess that's what she got for being so eager to help in the first place...
A few days ago, during the planning for Rarity's arrival, Applejack volunteered to take the girls to the airport and back via her family's truck. What other vehicle might prove up to the task of hauling all of her friend's luggage and souvenirs, after all? And since the fashionista would be arriving at around six o'clock—and factoring in the twenty minute drive, as well as finding parking and whatnot—it was decided that they'd meet up at the farm by five sharp to get on the road and beat the evening rush.

So here the farmer was now—sitting on her bed, staring at her clock, and waiting for that call.
Was she ready for any of it? Not in the slightest. But there was nothing that could be done about it now. There was no way to avoid everyone at the same time with such short notice—especially with super-speedy Rainbow Dash ready to head her off at any pass. Frankly, she was getting sick of avoiding her friends, anyway.
Already, Applejack felt so foolish for running out on Sunset yesterday. Granted, her anxiety simply got the best of her during that exchange, but that wasn't a good excuse! And she couldn't allow these stupid fears to dictate the rest of her life!

“Come on, Applejack,” she insisted, rising to her feet and standing resolutely in the face of what was coming. “Y'all can do this! No matter how sick yer belly feels, or how quick yer heart's beatin', or how ya might break down in front of everyone an' end up makin' a total horse's behind outta...yerself...”

“Actually,” she moaned, slumping onto her bed and suddenly feeling desperate to avoid what was coming. “...Wonder if the troughs need another good scrubbin'... Maybe I should just—”

One minute before five, and Applejack's phone finally vibrated. At least this time she wasn't shocked into almost taking a tumble, but that did little to address the knot that her stomach was suddenly tied in. She briefly looked around for some kind of out, anything to postpone this...but there was nothing of the sort. Eventually, she just had to give up. She had to take a deep shaky breath...and get through all of this as best as she could...

“Alright,” Applejack said nervously, pulling out the final phrase she had ready for this moment.
“Let's get this over with...”

****

As wonderful a place as Canterlot was, one of its greatest strengths also occasionally proved to be a massive inconvenience. Being surrounded on all sides by forests, steep hills and the like certainly gave it a wholesome charm, but it also meant being relatively isolated from the rest of the world. And while one could reasonably subsist on everything that this self-sustaining city offered, there were certain attractions and features that simply weren't readily accessible to locals.

Camp Everfree, Equestria Land, the beaches; getting to any of them required a lengthier commute than usual, and going on foot was completely out of the question—unless you were Rainbow, of course. And on that list of unreasonably far places to venture was the very airport that Rarity would be arriving at shortly.
Of course, a roughly twenty minute drive really wasn't that big of a commitment, but Applejack had obviously expected this particular trip to be both entirely awkward and thoroughly unpleasant—both of which could make even ten minutes feel like an eternal slog. And while the ride was certainly suffering from the former, it wasn't entirely for the reasons that she originally figured.

“...Seems like we're making pretty good time,” Sunset offered, breaking the lengthy silence. For the last minute or so, Applejack had been so focused on everything that her friend just informed her about that she simply drove without uttering a word.

“...Yeah,” the farmer finally replied. “...Reckon we'll make it with plenty of time to spare... An' everyone else is just gonna meet us there?”

“That's the plan. Might already be there waiting for us. They did get a head-start and all...”

“Right...”

It was certainly a surprise to find only Sunset waiting by the barn earlier, but had Applejack actually checked her phone rather than just head out to meet up with everyone, she would've seen the text that explained things:

Hey, it's just me. Plans have changed a bit.

Of course, “a bit” seemed like a bit of an understatement now, especially considering just how much things were altered.

Rather than using just the truck for this, it was decided that the girls would take two vehicles to pick up Rarity—the truck for her and her friends, and the Rainbooms's tour bus for her family and luggage. This way, not only was there assuredly plenty of room for everyone's bags and suitcases, but it also meant that the girls could hang out for a couple of hours without having to make as many stops.

It was a pretty good idea, all told, and Applejack had to appreciate Sunset's quick thinking when it came to making this a more convenient operation all around. Of course, speaking of convenience, splitting up the work like this also meant having to split up the group. And just what were the odds that the two girls who happened to be paired off in this truck also had quite a bit to talk about as well?
With at least another fifteen minutes to go before reaching their destination, there was still plenty of time left to get to the root of matters—as well as address a few other things in the meantime.

“So...has Twilight's gizmo completely kicked the bucket?”

“We're...not sure yet. At the very least, it'll take a lot of work to put it back together. That's why I was looking for you. Figured you could help with more of the fine repairs and all that.”

“Poor Twi... Shoot, can't believe I wasn't there to help...”

“Well...nobody seems too optimistic about our chances of fixing it, anyway. To tell you the truth, even I'm not sure if it's worth trying...”

“If I hadn't run away from ya like a dang coward...maybe I coulda done something!”

“AJ, you weren't being a coward! I'm sure you're dealing with a lot right now, and the last thing you needed was me finding out about—”
Both girls slightly twinged at that unfinished thought, as if Sunset had just struck a raw nerve shared between them. But with the issue finally in sight, she decided to just press forward as gently as possible.

“Applejack... I'm really sorry about yesterday. I-I would never—”

“It's... It's fine, Sunset... It was just an accident. I know that...”

As they drove along the highway, dusk started to settle over Canterlot. The trees swayed lightly as the winds picked up, and the occasional raindrop forewarned of how the storms might not be over with in the slightest. But even with the threat of rainfall looming overhead, the truck continued to move at a slower pace then, with both its passenger and driver too wrapped up in how to address the elephant in the room—or rather the back seat. Eventually, Applejack just gave in and cut to the chase.

“Go on, Sunset... Ask whatever ya want... I know you got questions, and y'all know I ain't ever been good at lyin' much, anyways...”

There was another lull as Sunset gathered her thoughts then, and Applejack seized on the moment to brace herself for whatever was coming. The question was going to involve Rarity. She knew it would. But even with that knowledge firmly in place, she was still somehow surprised by what was ultimately asked.

“Are...you and Rarity...dating?”

“Huh!?” she replied hastily, nearly veering into the wrong lane in the process. “'C-'Course not, Sunset! W-Where in the world would—”
The farm girl took a deep breath. She had to remember that her friend didn't have the full context of everything that was probably seen. Question was, how could Applejack explain something that she wasn't even wasn't fully prepared for herself?

“No...we ain't datin'. Pretty sure if that were the case, it woulda come out a long time ago.”

“Good point... So, when Rarity said she loved you?”

“T-That—that was just—that was all just a dream,” Applejack replied hastily. “Look, I... I-I ain't sure how much of it y'all saw, but... Well, that was the most important part...”

“Actually, AJ... I hate to break it to you, but...I can't actually see people's dreams. Just their thoughts and memories...”

“...O-Oh...right...”

The farmer sighed, realizing all too late that dreaming about your best friend's romantic confession did little to make this seem any less conspicuous. And with that little detail now out in the open, there was no way to steer this conversation away from the obvious conclusion. Even with being a terrible liar, at least beforehand Applejack could've tried to pass this all off as just a nightmare, or maybe a wayward thought being taken completely out of context. Guess that wasn't an option anymore...and maybe that was for the best.

“...Guess I've been thinkin' real hard 'bout that part, then...”

Sunset already felt awful for what her magic had forced out into the open, and prying further like this only intensified that feeling. She contemplated just stopping then and there, but her friend almost looked as if she was expecting more to come. Maybe the farmer needed someone to talk this all over with, regardless of whether or not she had been ready for that.

“Applejack...is that how you feel about Rarity?”

And there it was: the literal heart of the matter. Applejack considered the question for a few moments, but no answer seemed quite right. Eventually, she just sighed and admitted the first thing to come out of her mouth.

“I...I don't know how I feel 'bout Rarity right now... All I know is, fer the past few weeks or so, she's been livin' rent free in my mind...”

The farm girl took a deep breath, as the knot in her stomach loosened slightly. Slowly, she started to let the truth pour out, one experience at a time.

“...I fret over not hearin' anything from her. I find myself missin' all the things she added to my day, big an' small. I get real happy over the thought of seein' her again, an' real nervous at the same time. I keep overthinkin' every little thing she says or does... An' now...I'm even dreamin' of her...”

Though she long ago mastered the many facets of friendship, Sunset wasn't the greatest when it came to matters like this. She had dated in the past, yes, but never did her feelings come close to what Applejack was describing now.
She wished she could do more then—to offer some guidance or advice to a friend in need. But for the time being, all she really could do as a friend was just listen.

“Heh... Pretty pathetic, ain't it?”

“...Have you discussed any of this with Rarity?”

“'Course not. What am I s'ppossed to say? 'Heya, Rarity! Great to see y'all again! By the way, think I might like ya as more than a friend! So, how was the trip!?'”

They came to a stop then as the traffic light turned red, and Applejack took the opportunity to readjust her hat and rub at her temples. Whatever mild relief she was feeling from finally letting some of these emotions out, all the stress returned in spades when she thought about having to go through this all again with her best friend.

“Argh! Land sake, why'd this ever have to happen!? We had so much planned fer this year, an' now it's all spoilin' like applesauce out in the sun! I just wish things could go back to normal...”

“...Maybe...they still can,” Sunset chimed, grasping at a realization that just popped into her head. Granted, it was a bit of a long-shot, but that was still better than nothing.

“Huh? Whaddya mean?”

“...Believe it or not, when I first came to this world, I wasn't quite the she-demon I ultimately became. I was scared and alone, in a place that I knew nothing about.”

“Sure... I reckon comin' to a place where everyone's standin' on hind legs would do that to ya.”

“Well, even without that, I just started getting homesick. Like, a lot! And during those times, especially early on...I'd get some really strange dreams myself. About lots of random stuff! Being with people—or, ponies—that I had no interest in otherwise, trying things that I'd never consider doing in real-life.”

“What kinda things we talkin' about?”

“Well... Like, combining certain spells together for no good reason, or dancing with a manticore, or finding out that I was always meant to be an earth pony and transforming into one...”

“...Uh, that all seems a tad...different from what I'm goin' through...”

“The point is, I started missing what I saw as normal so much that...it was like my subconscious was going to whatever lengths it could to make me think about it. And even though my dreams were pretty extreme, they still reminded me of the life I was more comfortable with.”

“And...you really think that might be happenin' to me!?”

“I don't know for sure...but, best friends like you guys? That's one of the strongest bonds around. Way too strong to just change overnight. And I bet once things go back to normal around here, you guys will be the same way.”

For the first time in a while, Applejack felt somewhat relieved. Not completely, mind, as the anxiety still washed over her in little waves every so often. However, the thought of her friend's suggestion being true certainly helped to perk her up a bit. She would love nothing more than to get back to normal, with her best friend right by her—and there was that anxiety again. Maybe normalcy would also be what finally put that in its place as well...

“Heh...I sure hope yer right... Thanks, Sunset.”

“Any time. And don't worry. Like I told you before, I promise I won't tell a soul about any of this. Pinkie promise!”
Already, Sunset was certain that her bubbly buddy felt that one even from miles away, but at least this would be an easy enough promise to uphold.

“Actually,” she said, “one question.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Haven't we been sitting at this light for a while now?”
The two looked up at the stoplight, only to realize that its red light had actually been blinking in and out for some time now.

“Hmm, reckon it's busted.”

“So we've just been sitting at this intersection for the last five minutes!?”

“Guess we're mighty lucky nobody's 'round to honk their horns at us, huh?”

The two shared a good chuckle over that, and Applejack started driving again after checking to make sure the way was clear. Meanwhile, Sunset checked her phone just to see how late they might've been running now.

“Huh,” she said, putting the phone to her ear. “Looks like I got a voicemail from Twilight. They're probably wondering where we could possibly be right now.”

“Ha! Just tell 'em we're bein' fashionably late. That's what Rarity would—uh, well...”
Again with that stupid anxiety! Could it at least be over something that wasn't completely ridiculous, for a change?

There was a moment of silence before that wish apparently came true.

“...Oh, no...” Sunset said gravely. She slowly lowered the phone as her eyes widened. It was exactly as she had feared.

“What's the matter?” Applejack asked, turning to see a friend who suddenly looked more than a little spooked.

“...We've got a problem...”

Next Time: Deus ex Magicae

Author's Note

Amazingly enough, the main reason for why the last two chapters have taken so long to publish is exactly the same. Namely, because about halfway through writing them, I decided to completely scrap what had been done, and start entirely from scratch.

The original version of this chapter was actually going to feature Wallflower Blush as the recipient of Equestrian magic; however, while I do love that character, I slowly discovered that she didn't have much personality or backstory for me to really work off of. Literally the first three pages of the chapter were a largely dialogue-free explanation of her vulnerabilities, which just came across as overly dry and too heavy on exposition. As such, I ultimately opted to go with a character who was much easier (and funnier) to write for.

As with Chapters 4 and 5, I've also realized that this part of the story is probably going to need to be stretched out a bit. So...that should be fun! In the meantime, comments, constructive critiques and suggestions are always welcomed!