"Only if I'm treating you," she insists as she pulls her own things back on. It's both a relief and oddly disappointing to be back in her familiar trappings -- not unlike the feeling of stepping back into their bakery after her first sojourn into the Woods. But this is different, because there's already another proverbial trip planned, and if all goes well, she might return to these Woods whenever she likes (or at least whenever the occasion calls for it). She doesn't have to be setting aside that small sort of adventure for good. "It's the least I can do."

Once she has herself back in order, she smooths her hands over her skirt and lets them out of the dressing room, helping Nina carry out everything. "I trust Krem is, er... discreet," she half-asks, eyebrows furrowed. She's fairly certain Thomas knows him, and though she isn't sure how often they talk, she doesn't want Thomas finding out about this from anyone but her.