You sat next to Rocket on his bed, your shoulders pressed up next to eachother with a blanket wrapped around you two as you watched the movie coming from the iPad set infront of you two. Rocket seemed pretty invested, gasping and mumbling comments when something happened. He subconsciously reached into the bowl in his lap, grabbing some popcorn and tossing it into his mouth before his hand found it's way to the bowl you were holding, grabbing some candy and repeating the process. After a long night of laughs and games, it was pretty peaceful to actually settle down like this. You were unsure if Rocket had plans to go to sleep after this, though probably not—as everyone knows what happens to the first person to fall asleep at a sleepover.

You'd brought some whipped cream and a feather just in the case of any pranks calling to be done, a small grin possessing your lips as you glanced over to the bag you'd brought. Rocket, being so invested in the movie, had no clue, and was oblivious to your potential plans. When the credits rolled Rocket's jaw dropped like it was the most astonishing movie he'd ever watched, even if it was just the Barbie movie. He slowly turned you look you in the eye, obviously expecting some sort of input or agreement. You just gave him a shrug, as you'd seen the movie before.

"That. Was insane."

It wasn't Hamilton, calm down. Rocket turned off the iPad, watching the screen go dark before flopping onto the pillow, bringing your shared blanket down with him. Rude. He let out a long sigh, looking around the room for anything else to do. He had board games set out, random arts and crafts, and there was plenty of snacks and foods to eat including half a box of pizza from your nutritious dinner earlier. He had a few ideas of what to do, but shifted his gaze to you as if waiting for you to make a recommendation.