Cricket does look a little battle weary by the time she makes it back to Ebonhide. The tip of her nose is flushed red from the cold and wisps of hair are coming loose from the bun at the nape of her neck, but she's already smiling as she pushes open the door to her cabin. "Oh, I love that book," she chimes in, having only caught the tail end of their conversation.

"Maggie, you look beautiful!" she coos the second her eyes swivel toward the armchair. She doesn't need to pause and assess her best friend's outfit--Maggie's looks are always perfect.

Knowing she'd be crunched for time, Cricket laid out her dress before she left for Event Committee and a few mask options.

"Is matchin' lame or cute? I can never decide."