I have an idea. Meet in the living room in 5, and bring a blanket. Feyre laughs as he dives back into his room, but she does what he says; she rummages in her room and picks out the fluffiest blanket she owns before heading into the living room. She hears him rush into the kitchen, so she sits down and waits. He puts the popcorn down on the coffee table and then goes to the TV. Rhys lets out an exaggerated gasp as he drops onto the sofa next to her and starts unfolding her blanket.