There was a moment of silence as Jamie studied his little girl's face in the rear mirror and the corners of his mouth twitched. "Maybe," he said, pulling out of main traffic and drove into the underground parking lot of the hotel. "But she'd be looking in the wrong place then. We're not the Vatican, we don't have blankets for War. Unless you're willing to share yours?"
The look on Izzy's face was one of pure shock. "WHAT?? NO! DUCK IS MINE MINE MINE! SHE CAN HAVE TOWEL!"
"Leave the towel alone and you can keep your blanket." National Security laughed.