"I've seen it before, you know," nudging him with her shoulder, "so whatever you like, after visiting my parents. And--yes, actually," she finishes, straightening and stretching a bit.

It's another moment before she actually walks over to the door, and it's several, if she's honest, before she goes in her room and just stands there.

It's much like she remembers it, really. Perhaps a bit neater than the last time she'd been in there.