Warren had been swearing as he'd walked into the hotel, forgetting one important detail and not wanting to head back out to remedy that. Thank god for a forgiving hotel kitchen staff and a hotel manager wise in the ways of young men.

"Everything okay in there?" he called, almost with forced cheer, setting the two plastic bags down and the bottle and glasses on the nightstand and digging around in his bag for one of what he called his pirate scarves.

He came back into the bathroom after a moment, twirling it around itself. "Now, it's a surprise.." He was surprised, himself, that his voice was so steady. He couldn't remember being this nervous. "So..."