Wesley smirked, feeling the tension in the room lift, and seeing it ease its way off of Gwen's expression. "If you didn't look so good in all that, I'd tell you not to bother with it."

Once packed, the closet door and drawer closed on their own. "Thank you, Dennis," he said to the air. "So, I suppose a night in is the proper celebration. I have delivery menus somewhere around here."