He gets one in return as Heather crawls out of the blanket-cavern on her hands and knees.

"S'pretty easy! Here--" She pulls out a spare blanket from the pile that had been steadily accumulating in her room (thanks to a certain worrywart lawyer) and hands one end to him. "Take this end and tie it onto those chair handles over there-- that way it'll stretch over that whole little patch of carpet, see? Like a canopy."