Once things have calmed down, once everyone's been accounted for, once the only thing left is to go home with whichever brother their parents send them, Jupiter swings by the Zippy Dip, and, finding a crowd, slips behind the counter to help old Zippary make shakes. She'd never admit it, but behind the counter serving up treats to exhausted peers is the most soothed she's felt since prom started.

"I want OT for this," she mentions to Zippy as she slings floats and sundaes to anyone who wants one.

With a Zippy Dip t-shirt tucked into her prom cummerbund, Jupiter brandishes her ice cream scoop at anyone who approaches the counter, wiggling her eyebrows. "If you thought last night was bad, let me whip you up an experimental shake."