"What part of me?" Cook replied automatically, giving a short bark of laughter. Still, he guessed he could help with the blanket. He put the vodka bottle down on the grass before taking the side of the rug she handed him and spreading it out, rather less neatly than she had, on the grass.
"Mm, Claire," he mused, raising one eyebrow a little. "You gonna be my Claire Bear?" he asked, the smirk returning to his lips as he sank down to settle on the blanket he'd just laid out, leaning back on his elbows to look up at her. "You gonna let me cuddle you when I'm all alone at night?" She looked like she'd be a good cuddler and the Cookie Monster liked his cuddles, when they were from the right people.
"I've got something else you can hop on if you like," Cook said in reply to her comment about the swings. He got the sense that she was enjoying his innuendo and sense of humour so who was he to stop and deny her that pleasure. He was all about pleasuring the ladies, after all.
"Here," he said, reaching out one hand for the vodka bottle he'd put down before holding it up towards her. "You have some catching up to do."