Noah hums appreciatively, but purses his mouth in protest when the foot rub is, again, just a tease. He nudges Ronan in the side with his other foot, a tiny smile forming.

"That sounds nice," he says on a sigh. He won't invite anyone, not to Ronan's house. He doesn't say so, doing his best not to reply to thoughts, though part of him wants to reassure Ronan. Instead he judges nudges at Ronan again with his foot. "We can make s'mores inside. Roast hot dogs. Um. Pop corn in one of those pop corn tins?"