“What do you think blankets are for, Peredur? I like my toes to be able to wiggle.” She patted his shoulder. “If I’m cold when I wake up, maybe you should just sleep with me. Then you can keep me warm.”
Percival whined. “Summer! You can perfectly well wiggle your toes wearing socks.” He pouted. “Even if you wear really tight ones, by the end of the day they’re all stretched out anyways.” Finally, he caved. The offer was just too good. “Fine. But if you end up pressing your little icicle toes to my legs in the night, the socks are going on. And obviously snuggling.”
“It is not the same at all.” She took the socks and tapped him on the head with them. “And what is the point of snuggling with you if I can’t use you to warm my poor toes?”