Pfft. Don’t make it sound so weird, you dork. Like I haven’t spent the night there like ten trillion times.

[She ruffles at his hair a little, nuzzles a little closer. The alcohol is probably keeping her warmer than anything right now, but Conner is plenty warm himself - sue her for getting a little close!]

Let’s gooooo! We can watch Netflix while I eat all your Pop-tarts.