Well, I had a few more in my bag by the time you'd showed up-

[in Harriet's bag: Breakfast at Tiffany's, Bridget Jones' Diary, Kate & Leopold...]

...but ah, th-those were the ones I'd watch by myself.

[that stammer was definitely owed to the chill, and not the mortifying idea of introducing Malik to romcoms. Harriet shifts back under the blanket.]

We'll figure something out. For now let's just get warm. Maybe have a chat.

[Or maybe more than that - she hadn't forgotten a few long looks given to eachother before the movie managed to draw them back in.]