At first, she groans and budges stubbornly. She shuffles over more accommodatingly as he squeezes in, displacing Rocky's paws in turn. His grumble sounds alarmingly like hers, to her own ears. Within a second, the dog has resettled, and the blanket's gotten wedged under her thigh. Jess yanks the corner free, then the whole thing, just in time for Frank to tug on it. Spontaneously, she overindulges him and tosses the greater half of it into his face and over his head.