[ tris takes note of the distance, and considering what he was told about the whole... burning his lawn bit and more he shifts his stance, offering him the end of the blanket to wrap around himself instead of just bunching them both closer together. ]

Yeah, talk about an accidental almost-peep show. Good thing you're made of tougher stuff.

[ he offers him a smile and then moves the carton of ice cream forward. A Gift ok. he's already been attacking one side of it and it's very firmly stuck in the middle. it's a little melty, but definitely not soup just yet. ]

Hope you like Neapolitan because we've got a gallon of it between us...