Berry:

You want me to what? Go outside to sleep in a cold, hard dog house? Yeah, I know Grampa has spent 500 hours insulating it, but it will never, ever be as comfy as this bed and this pillow. How can you even suggest that when I smile at you like this? Don't you just want to hug me? Don't you just want me to sleep in your bed? I won't hog the bed, promise. OK, maybe a little hogging, but no snoring, I promise. Well, maybe a teeny bit of snoring...