*Starflight helping Tamarin find her cave-room number (also just pretend that they have brail)*

We're happy, free, confused, and lonely at the same time. It's miserable and magical. Oh, yeah~

Tamarin: what room number do I have again, Starflight?

Tonight's the night we forget about the deadlines

Starflight: 22. What number do have over there? I got.....

It's time. Uh-oh!

Tamarin: I don't know about, but I'm feeling 22~