Dave shows up a little early to claim himself a good nesting spot, the blankets and pillows from his room tucked under both arms. Pausing in the doorway, his eyebrows arch up over his shades at the blankets already draped over every surface.

"Goddamn, you're way ahead of me on the cozyparty prep." He nods sagely and drags his own contributions in to dump on the biggest and squishiest couch. "We might as well do the whole blanket fort thing too at this point. Having to dig our way out of the sea of fabric after the inevitable fort collapse would probably count as a team-building exercise."