By the time she gets back, Dave is prepared. He's still thoroughly bundled, but one arm has managed to wiggle out the bottom side to be usable while still mostly covered by a loose end of the blanket. He nods his appreciation when she returns, snagging up that apple juice almost reverently. Fuck yeah.

"Alright, the title of Best Friend is yours. Use it wisely, don't abuse your power, etc." He scoots himself up a little, stabs the straw through the box, and takes a sip before moving to take the rest of the snacks and setting them on the small table beside the couch. He'd prepared for this little nest in every way possible, it seemed, except for the snacks part. "Some hearts will be broken when they hear the position is no longer up for grabs, but they'll have to deal, I guess."