There was a new fort (think treehouse, minus the tree) out behind the bar proper, near the forest. It hadn't been painted, or really all that sturdy, when the brilliant minds behind the idea finished building it. But once a certain pair of princesses decided they wanted to play in it, the Fort (now deserving of capitals) seemed to come to life- walls straightened themselves, painted in a bright, cheerful palate. The inside was lined with pillows and fabrics to make it more comfortable for the princesses, and even had a box of dress-up clothes already inside, something that made the girls squeal and clap their delight.
Currently, there was a tea party going on, and while only the two were in attendance, it is open invitation- so long as you don't have cooties.