You agree to save the best for last, and say that it doesn't mean you can't have fun until then.

Moonflower: "Ooh, that's true!"

After putting away the dishes, you climb upstairs to the bedroom. Moonflower brings the mare's poison onto the nightstand, then she hops onto the bed.

Moonflower: "Oh yeah, you brought a flute thingy! Wanna play somethin' for us?"

Windcaller: "O-of course."

Moonflower bounces excitedly as Windcaller takes his flute, and sits on the bed to play. After a moment of hesitation, a peaceful melody joins the pitter-patter of the rain on the windowpane.

You feel relaxed.