"What's wrong with awesomesauce?" Kevin wanted to know. It hadn't been his idea, of course, but he'd always liked that word. "Sauce is awesome. And we are covered in it, even when we're not wearing suits."
As if to demonstrate, he made a grab for a blanket and pulled it over the three of them, cackling. Alright, so a blanket wasn't technically sauce, wasn't even related to sauce by a few degrees of logical separation.
Or was it? No, he had to prepare himself for their retaliation, which involved squirming out from under the blanket he'd just pulled over them, getting to his feet, and grabbing a pillow as his defense.
This might just turn into a pillow fight. Which hadn't been on purpose, but he was all in favor of fighting with pillows. Except that Su had asked for his suit size - right. Well, he could tell her that later.