He blinked at the blanket thrown around them, and found himself tense just a bit when her head rested against his shoulder. Of course the tension left almost immediately, and he felt his fingers lace through her own as he held her hand and rested his head against her own.
He smirked listening to her, lightly running his thumb over the back of her hand before shaking his head, "I like fairy tales too. The good guy always wins, and the hero always gets the girl, or the heroine always gets the guy. Too bad real life wasn't like that. Though we did win. But you shouldn't hate Cinderella for that, because the stepmother definitely gets justice served."
"But I definitely can understand your annoyance with her. Sleeping Beauty's nice, but i think my favorite is probably the Lion King--does that count as a fairy tale?"