[Merlan sympathises, she really does. Just look at her budding relationship with Khadgar. It's a disaster of denial, stolen glances, blushing, and fabulous nerdisim. The cocoa is still hot and resting on his desk (not on the papers, amazingly enough).]

I can make you the best structurally sound pillow fort you have ever laid your eyes on. Right now, in fact.

[She takes a good look around, hums a little, drops her pillow load in a corner and gets to work. The books make good ballast, the sheets a great roof, and as long as the bed geta pushed with a side to the wall, she can line it properly with a double wall of pillows. The corners are stable, anchored with comfy, poofy pillows.

Merlan steps back, squints at her handiwork, thinks for a moment, and glances between Sam and the newly made fort.]

You'll fit.

[She nudges him gently, grinning as she picks up the cocoa.]