Summer tugged the stack of blankets out of the closet, balancing it carefully — the stack was taller than her head. “Did you get all the pillows?” she shouted, trying to navigate down the hallway without dropping, tripping, or suffocating. A crick was starting to form in her neck when she finally made it to the den, and she dropped the pile to the floor with a soft ‘whump’.
A heap of pillows, and a slightly woebegone Percival, met her eyes.
“The movie we picked has a scratched disc.” Percival was very concerned. “I only brought three movies, and your internet is really freaking slow for Netflix.”
“Fix the fort,” she instructed. “I’ll take care of the movie.” Picking up the remote, she switched the input channel to something labelled ‘Plex’. “It’s easier if we just stream it off the computer.”