[Don't call him out like this. Ned hums, like he's annoyed by the hair tousling, but his heart clearly isn't in it from how he tangles his fingers with Jacob's so quickly.]
Gee, thanks. Come on, let's go. Don't drop your blanket.
[Come downstairs with him, down the hall and to the mystery door. There's a sitting room behind it, cramped but cozy. And there's a couch! Nice.]
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Gee, thanks. Come on, let's go. Don't drop your blanket.
[Come downstairs with him, down the hall and to the mystery door. There's a sitting room behind it, cramped but cozy. And there's a couch! Nice.]