Amy Franklin[feels sorry for Hank, who is miserably huddled and shivering with just a blanket wrapped around him while she is nestled comfortably and warmly inside her snug sleeping bag, and so she turns over with a slightly resigned air, unzips the side of the sleeping bag, casts open the entire length of the upper half, and smiles up at Hank invitingly]
Hank Mitchell[in a tone of slightly surprised hesitation]Uhhh... are you *sure* about this?
Amy Franklin[in a casual friendly tone, referring to Kong's having prepared a comfy spot on the nearby grassy plateau for Lady Kong and him to sleep]Yeah, why not... we're primates, too.