A/N - The Jims deserve nice things.
The Jims look at each other in curiosity. Being the hard working investigative journalists that they are, they know every single room in this building and both of them are pretty sure that doorway wasn't there yesterday.
They're aware of disappearing and reappearing doorways of legend that hide giant dragons, or fantastic treasures, or sarcastic shopkeeps cursed to traverse the universe and pay off some life debt they owe, so the two of them approach with caution.
As they turn and enter the doorway, the sound of a dozen party poppers being pulled fills the air, that light smoky smell accompanying it, as they see everyone is stood inside waiting for them.
"Surprise!" comes the collective yell.
The Jims jump a little in shock before being grabbed and pulled into a group hug involving pretty much everyone except Dark who watches with a slight smile, and Natemare who's sat on one of the tables.
The two of them are laughing and still being squeezed when Red peels away from the group to start up the music, and the air fills with the smell of sugar as Wilford disappears with Bim, using his void to bring all the food to the room so it's still piping hot.
It's obviously a little rushed, a little last minute but when the hug finally breaks up and everybody makes a bee line for the food, the Jims couldn't imagine it being any better.