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Takes one to know one.

[Except he is much better equipped than she is; her stiff fingers don't bend right around the cups or the teapot or anything, and even putting just a tiny bit of hot water into the cup to warm it is enough to make her bobble the mug as scalding, so--]

--Fine, fine, knock yourself out.

[Bends down, casual, to scoop up the electric blanket and dump it over her head, then reach underneath to steal the tea stuff.]

You want honey, or what?

[Shivers, now that she's under the heat of the blanket, oddly enough]

...Uh, nah, I'm good. ...At least, depending on how bitter the tea is.

[Hm. Hm. That is... not good, probably.]

Go on and get in those mattresses, kay? I'll play delivery boy.

[It's probably fine; she frowns a little, just because her extremities are pins and needles the point isn't to need to be taken care of, and she nabs the honey and a spoon before retreating to the fort]

...'S too much for one person to carry anyways.

Cool, then you're on honey duty. I want extra when it's done doing its thing.

[Doing its thing apparently is steeping. He sets both cups, poured now, near the edge of the mattress.]

[She sits in the corner, secure, huddled in the blanket with the honey (gotta warm it up somehow). Her tone's playful, though]

Extra for a normal person or extra for you?

Extra for me, duh. Extra for a normal person's just like regular.

[Hesitates a second, then just - climbs back into the fort.]

Just checking.

[Watches him climb back in, pauses. Then offers the end of the blanket, casual, if he wants]

[Hesitates a beat or two longer this time before he takes it and pulls it over his legs.]

...jeez, dude. Your socks are soaked.

[Shrugs]

[...Then tries to prod his feet with her wet socks]

...dude. Now my socks are soaked.

I'm totally declaring this a sock-free zone. Take em off.

[Attempts to kick hers off with as much success as one might expect]

You don't even need socks. You'd be good with sock.

Then it'd be all lopsided. 'S kinda weird with just one.

[Snags one of her socks and attempts to tug it free.]

You wear boots on top of it anyways. You wear one glove!

The glove's different.

[Going for the other one, too.]

[Lets him, it's kinda grody, don't sit around in the snow in socked feet kids]

If you only wear one sock that cuts down on laundry by 50 percent.

[Tosses them both out of the mattress fort.]

Yeah, 50 percent sock laundry. Which is like .05 percent of all laundry.

What if all you wash are socks?

I only got like four pairs of socks, dude.

[Taking the sock off the metal foot and holding it out to her?]

...What are you doing.

What? S'like you said.

Can't feel with that one anyway. Someone oughtta get some good out've it, it's freezing out.

...Double up on your other foot. Then you only gotta do laundry a quarter of the time.

Yeah, but I gotta wash this one anyway, so you might as well put it on till we head out.

Wow, "here, this is dirty, enjoy"? Gosh.

[Huffs, mock offended]

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