Beth laughed softly at his apparent dislike of fruit. Or maybe it was cans? Hard to tell with Daryl. Of course, to be fair, she was developing a bit of a grudge against pears.

"Probably should." She slipped out from under the blankets and yelped slightly at the cold floor under her socked feet. As quickly as she could, she snagged a couple cans from his bag, grabbed the can opener and hurried back, diving back under cover.

"You open 'em," she muttered, dropping the cans and opener in his lap before plastering herself to his side again. "I'm gonna thaw out."

For good measure, she stuck her frozen feet under his leg.