Chiron’s office had a cluttered, cozy feel. One wall was covered with T-shirts from different conventions—PARTY PONIES ’09 VEGAS, PARTY PONIES ’10 HONOLULU, et cetera. Piper didn’t know who the Party Ponies were, but judging from the stains, scorch marks, and weapon holes in the T-shirts, they must’ve had some pretty wild meetings.
I loooove the party ponies!! 🪩 🕶
