After making your way back to your suite and donning sweatpants and a sweater, you return to the kitchen. There wasn’t much you could do about the hickeys on your neck, but hiding them now would be pointless; that ship had sailed. Besides, it seemed that Bow and Windy were either ignorant of what they were, or gracious enough to ignore them. Mustering your confidence, you conquer your self-consciousness and walk back to the kitchen; there you see Windy humming to herself as she zips around gathering cookware and ingredients. The room feels charged with a warm, welcoming energy.