Tara, Lennon, open
In town. She did recall Noah pointing it out, but she hadn't exactly known she'd need anything. Maybe she'd prowl around the house or ... post up something. Maybe someone had some spare nails or could point her at some in the house. Otherwise ... she guessed she'd make a venture to town again.
Though likely not today, given what she'd spied out the window earlier. If the snow was still coming down like that ... she wasn't going to try to take a snowmobile down an unfamiliar path.
"Yeah," she said absently to his question. "It ... fits with it." Which was the other strange thing. The room wasn't like hers at home, but the whole ... ranch/western theme seemed to be there. It was very country. She hadn't really wondered until then about everyone else's rooms, but now she was kind of curious.
Setting the painting aside for the moment, she set about exploring the contents of the various gift baskets she'd gotten. So many ridiculously nice people, and she felt kind of bad all over again. But ... she'd make it up, somehow. Glancing back to Lennon, she quirked a brow at his new hat. "That's ... very interesting," she commented.