Teddy raised his eyebrows at her. He wasn't sure that tinfoil hats would help against aliens that were so advanced they could travel through time and mind-wipe people, but he supposed it wasn't the worst plan ever.
"Do we even have any tinfoil?" He glanced around. He wished he'd grabbed that tinfoil-wrapped bag of biscuits before he'd left the house. But no he hadn't wanted to spoil himself before Christmas dinner. Teddy stepped toward the kitchen, unsure. "Do we have any idea what might be in those cupboards, actually?" He didn't want to open one just to have a tentacle monster leap out at him.