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It was the warmest day there was so far since they met, and Cookie intended to make the most of it.
He was lying on the dry grass of their half-yard, half-meadow, savouring the sunlight, his hat next to his head, a straw in his mouth.
"Come here," he called loudly but softly, when King-Lu dropped something in the house with a clatter and swear words.
"Why?" he grunted.
"Well, no reason," Cookie said with a blissful smile. "It's just so nice here."
"Oh really?" King-Lu walked out of the house and squinted his eyes at the sun, unimpressed.
Cookie just patted the ground next to him.
King-Lu came close and lay down there with his head next to Cookie's, face to face, but legs to the opposite direction.
"So warm," Cookie sighed. That smile hadn't left his face.
"It's cold," King-Lu said flatly but didn't get up. "I've had enough of lying on the cold ground."
"Oh," Cookie frowned, thought for a bit and quickly got up. "Wait a second."
He came back, carrying all three of their blankets, tripped over something, found his balance just in time, and held out the pile to King-Lu, who reluctantly stood up and took one of the blankets.
"I hate the cold," he grunted again.
"I get it," Cookie said quickly. "I guess, all those nights after the Russians made it worse."
King-Lu said nothing. He spread the blanket on the ground, took another and spread it over the first one.
"You don't have to do it," Cookie whispered with a tint of guilt in his voice. "I mean, joining me."
King-Lu laid down on the made-up bed and patted the ground next to him just as Cookie did moments ago.
"It looked like you were having fun."
"Do you know who likes warmth the best?"
"Who?"
"Worms."
Cookie curled around King-Lu, and the sun felt even warmer.