Fluffy blankets are good, fluffy friends are even better, so Ken's settling in nearby with one of each - a blanket around his shoulders and a white dog sprawled across his lap. There's something a little bit stiff about the way he sits down with that blanket, but...everyone's doing it, he keeps reminding himself. Nobody can call him out on doing something kind of childish when there are people twice or three times his age building blanket forts, can they?

And also people who have got to be at least twice his age carving apples into -

"...bunnies?"