Snow gun fight

In hotel with guys. There is stuff in the room. I fake a fight to leave. Everyone is pointing guns in the snow. Bags are packed, but I can’t leave with them without the others seeing. I realize how much stuff I’m leaving behind. There is a plate of Christmas cookies in a cabinet. I get a trash bag to fill with the suitcase and stuff in jacket. I think about asking the hotel staff to hold my stuff and I’ll drive back to get it next weekend.