Connie's halfway to the snack table herself when she hears that voice come from just past her left elbow and she pauses mid-step. With a quirked brow she takes a moment to stare at the kid, then his cocoon of blankety comfort before it clicks. Anything that snuggly's gonna limit your reach, and the coffee table in front of his section of the sofa is empty, so...

"You forgot to get snacks, didn't you?"