Frowns, I am beginning to not like this room at all. Puts down a wooden floor so the Princess, who is not the table dancing kind, can entertain us all with a bit of ballet to some classical music, Dance of the Willis from Giselle, I think. Puts out the campfire and watches the shimmering butterflies flutter around the princess under the full moon's light. Can still hear the jazz being carried upon the breeze. Looks over to see my roommates sitting at the wooden table near the grill with the cooking pot on it, eating buttered popcorn, root veggies, and drinking beer out of daffodil cups. Turns and vacuums the smooth log and covers it with a sheet before sitting back down and admiring the green grass, green plant, toadstool and babbling brook.