chell and wheatley got married in the most glorious Sensorium ceremony the universe had ever seen and wheatley wore the most beautiful bowtie and GLaDOS was the shotgun-toting maid of honor and they had the biggest cake to ever exist in the history of forever and it was magical and there were companion cubes everywhere and singing turrets and no neurotoxin or murder at all and cave johnson cried the end

Ten years was plenty of time to come to terms with a few things, even for someone as doggedly stubborn as Chell. Now in her mid-thirties, she had more-or-less resigned herself to a life aboard Stacy, but hey, at least it wasn't a life trapped in Aperture with omnipotent robots hellbent on murder. It was better now that she wasn't fighting someone else's war, anyway. Knowing she would never be a test subject again was also a plus.

Having worked very hard to put the events of Aperture behind her, most of her time was spent on all the things she missed out on due to being trapped in a lab for most of her life. As a result, she managed to shake at least some of her social awkwardness (even if she was still more comfortable around robots, even ones that tried to kill her). SURPRISE. She wasn't entirely mute after all.

One thing, however, hadn't changed. Now that there was actual food on board, you could bet your ass Chell baked a mean cake.