Since I picture the White Fang as the personification of the No Fun Allowed picture, imagine Blake and Sun taking Ilia on dates.
They go to the beach, where Sun teases Ilia into chasing him around, with Blake watching them, a fond smile on her face.
They play games and go out to dinner, not for any reason other than they can. (And on Menagerie, they don’t have to worry if it’s safe-though imagine what Ilia would do if someone came up to them to make fun of Sun or Blake.)
They get ice-cream, and hold hands, and make out, and slow dance, and have microwave dinners at home, all because they simply can.
Imagine how new this must be to Ilia, to simply relax and just have fun. She’s not a mission, she isn’t in some danger. Everything they do, between cuddling on the couch to talking about the future for them, is like watching snow for the first time. She’s constantly in wonderment at what she did to deserve this.