The way his gaze drops has her lips quirking up faintly, as if she can maybe read his thoughts, but she doesn't comment on it, merely reaches out and ruffles his hair with her fingertips. "Well. There's any number of things. A movie's the obvious choice, I suppose, but I hate being predictable unless there's something you're really craving. We could go raid the kitchens, make a mess. Or wander outside, see if we can find some mischief to get into." Which wouldn't be too hard, after dark. Still, she can't help but tease him, giving him a playfully innocent look. "Skinnydipping?"