[There's no real furniture in the room, just baskets and cushions on the floor in general disarray, a few of them open enough to reveal clothes or paper or, in one case, a whole lot of jewelry stowed therein. And in the middle of the room, what appears to be a giant bowl growing from the ceiling on thick, flexible branches, with Chime looking over the edge.]

It made my bower from home. They aren't closed off.