[b]Green![/b]

It has to be the safe. There are other things that could be valuable, but the safe is the only thing that is guaranteed to be. This strange little basement lair, far away from the eyes of children. Three shampoo bottles, a marriage on the rocks, a powerful woman with a trophy husband - did she have something on the side? Her fingers move so steadily across mechanism and electronics even as her thoughts race around her like whipped horses. Concealment vectors, escape routes, limited time. Everything was going to come together or fall apart one way or another. All the pieces of this strange life and the ties that relied on it.

[Infiltration 0/8 4+6 = [b]10[/b]]

[b]Orange and Pink![/b]

Everyone is exhausted and wet. Everyone is laughing. Any further magic would pale in comparison. It was time to move into wind-down - which meant huge chunks of roughly cut sandwiches[1], heavy with seeds. Impossible to eat without getting juice over face and hands, inherently comedic and fun food as seeds were spit out onto the grass. Sugary without being cloying, cooling without threatening a brain freeze, a chance to bring everything back down to earth.

[1] Watermelon.

In this atmosphere, Bondi and Ariel collect Oscar's notes and concoct a series of prizes. Everyone gets something - from 'most balloons thrown at once' to Jason (prize: a crash helmet Pink had painted a brain pattern onto), to 'scariest girl' to Gwen (prize: Caliban's sunglasses, with a recommendation not to fight while wearing them). The goal at this point is not to go out on a high note of excitement but on one of contentment and harmony where damages are plastered over and everyone is friends again by the end.