"I have plenty of closets that you haven't had the opportunity to explore yet", he replied, eyes glinting with mischief. He doesn't really have a cookie closet, but Rey didn't know that just yet. "I mean, how can you beat those Samoas?"

If Rey ever got fired, she would have a place to live, at the very least. And although Miles was very well aware of her tendency to rely fully on herself for everything, he would offer to help as much as he could monetarily, as well. She'd probably argue the point, but he'd want her to know that she could depend on him for anything.

Hopefully, she was beginning to see just that.

"More or less?", he asked, voice soft, fond, certain that he knew exactly where she was going with the idea. "I mean, the blankets are pretty warm, so if you're thinking less, we could definitely do that."

And ... find ways to keep each other warm, too. He certainly wouldn't complain about that.