"I didn't say you did. But I've ended up with it on my shoes every day this week." she says with a wry smile in return. "My point is, this," she gestures at the table, their surroundings, "It's just window dressing. Don't let it make you uncomfortable. It's still just me, even if clearly my brothers and sisters have hatched a well-executed conspiracy on our behalf."

She lets out a laugh. "Yeah, I'd figured." she admits, and doesn't seem upset about it. "I'd honestly planned to throw myself into helping my cabin and anyone who needed help. But I have to admit," absently she toys with one of the ends of his draped across her neck with her fingers, "I'm glad they did it."