Mo pushed open the door and took a sweeping look of the room that Dora had created. It was warm, cozy, fanciful, and not at all what he would have expected from her. Not that Dora wasn't warm or fanciful, but she didn't seem the sort to have a place like this stuck in her brain somewhere.

He liked her better for it, but wisely chose not to comment.

"Yup, this'll do just fine. Nice work," Mo held the door for Dora before zipping into the room to examine the blanket-work and the table waiting for them. "I was meant to bring cake, wasn't I? Like always?"