For some reason, their room is designed to mimic an outdoor space, like an enormous forest clearing. The outer wall is circular, outrageously tall, and supported by a ring of half-columns styled like tall straight trees, branching only at the top, holding up a domed ceiling with a sunny light shining from its center through a haze of very real-looking clouds. Tiled pathways sprawl across the floor, which is sloped in the shape of a shallow bowl, and between the paths there are fountains and charming little picnic tables and tidy planters that suggest garden beds; an artificial stream flows in next to the door, circles most of the room with delicate little bridges wherever the paths cross it, and then meanders down a series of tiny charming waterfalls before finally ending in a shallow pool in the center of the room, surrounded by a pleasant sitting area with tables and chairs like a cross between a living room and a garden party. A single small willow tree, growing in a very large pot, trails its delicate branches into the pool.
There are three buildings. One is next to the central pool, directly across from the main door, and its open double doors reveal a glimpse of an enormous bathtub. One is a kind of round stone tower with a lot of big arched windows, to the left of the path that leads from the door to the pool. The last is on the right side of that same path, somewhat farther away from it, and has much narrower windows and a design more like a small cozy fort.
"Wow," she says, pausing in the doorway to admire the view.
Then she dashes straight for the tower.