Annie had gone ahead and treated herself to a much-deserved massage, a seaweed wrap (which she felt was overrated, but was glad she tried), and was now admiring her nails as she chilled in the onsen.

Yes, sure, they were her usual pale pink, still -- but they shone in an almost-glowy way that honestly was still pretty on-brand. (Her toes, on the other hand, were a bright, iridescent red, because Valentine's Day. And the list of people who'd see them was also pretty limited, so she could be bolder.)

"This was such a good idea," she sighed. Was she addressing anyone in particular? Probably not. Maybe just, like, the spa itself. Thank you, spa, for existing.