Waving her hands, she tried to indicate that Shaggy should be quiet. Making the universal sign of 'shhhh' against her lips and shooting him a cross look. She didn't want to wake Scooby, and Shaggy was being too loud!

"Relax Velms… He's out for the night." Shaggy chuckled at her fussing. He was happy that she was thinking about his best pal, but not at the cost of her own sleep… or thinking about how long she might have been sitting there, her leg circulation. Even Scooby's head wasn't exactly light compared to other more proper 'lap' dogs.

Leaning over to get a good grip, Shaggy grabbed Scooby around his middle. Using his legs, he hoisted up the gangly dog into the air enough for Shaggy to wrap a loose limb around his neck for a better position, tossing Scooby's dozing mug over one shoulder. Looking about with the unconscious form of Scooby hanging from him, he tried to find the best spot to put the sleepy corpse. This was one undead he knew how to deal with.

Eventually, he figured that the couch was the best place. Depositing the unconscious body of the Dane on the various cushions. Close enough, but far more comfortable than just placing him on the floor beside them. Not that Scooby would mind at all, being able to nap pretty much anywhere and everywhere.

"Unless Food or Fright, this dude is like' out like a light."

Shaggy offered to Velma, tossing a thumb backward over one shoulder towards the sleepy Dane. He wandered back to sit at the edge of the window frame to give her room for her to stretch out her legs in front of her. Which she was slow to do, after her legs had long fell asleep beside Scooby and gone numb. So, moving them was taking a bit more effort. Pins and needles racking her limbs as she tried to return blood to them.

"Well..." Velma started to say, as she tried to rub life back into her legs. "I didn't want to wake Scooby. He looked so comfortable, so I didn't feel like trying to scoot out from under him. You know, in case he woke up."

"I'm pretty sure that he would be able to go right back to bed if for some reason, he had woken up in the first place," Shaggy mentioned, tossing a hand towards the passed-out figure. Countless times he would roll over on the dog in their sleep, or a beanbag/pillow would go rogue and slip out from under them and wake them both up. But unless it was just one of those off days, the duo tended to be able to crash anywhere and everywhere and fall back to the sleep in a wink.

"So, like' you couldn't sleep because your mind was running wild, and you came out here to watch the snow for a while?" Shaggy repeated the message that he had received earlier in the doodles, hoping that he had translated it right.

Velma sighed a bit, before replying. She had actually been enjoying the silent conversation they had been having earlier, but then speaking wasn't a bad thing either.

'Just...' she thought... 'Normal'.

"Yeah, I couldn't concentrate on sleeping, and was tossing and turning for a while in bed before I came out here. I didn't mean to come out to watch the snow, but it was there and something to do while I relaxed. And then Scooby found me, and then after that you found us both." Velma spoke into the window, lazing drawing a snowflake as she responded to his question.

"So, what about now?" Shaggy wondered, tilting his head to one side and waited for her response.

"Now?"

"Yeah, like' what are you going to do now?" Shaggy asked. "Scooby is off you, and I hope your mind has calmed down since you been probably out here a while. So… what are your plans?"

Turning to stare at him, she hadn't thought about that. Sure, she had planned earlier to still her mind and then eventually get back to bed. But… did she want to do that right now? Scooby was off her lap, and her limbs were slowly back in working order. There was nothing stopping her from finally going back to sleep… but did she want too? Sure, sleep was there to help her reset her mind and body for a new day, but there wasn't something really planned for her to actually need to be asleep right then and there. Unless some mystery popped out of nowhere by surprise, she could sleep as late as she felt like.

"I… I don't know honestly." She admitted, trying to think of a reason to go to bed. She would if Shaggy was planning on just taking Scooby and then going to bed himself. But he had mentioned getting food earlier. So maybe she would just keep him company until he headed off to sleep.

"I wouldn't mind getting up and stretching my legs. And you had doodled earlier that you would get a 'sandwich' later. So... now is later, right? Want some company for that sandwich?"

Offering a hand towards the dining room, Velma wanted to toss out to Shaggy that he could get food now if he wanted. Knowing the man was no one to turn down the option of food unless he had more important things. But as the rest of the gang was in bed, and there was nothing pressing to be asleep for... Food sounded good right now. And while she wasn't talking to him through doodles, she could just use normal speech and enjoy his company. No matter how mundane it was.

Smiling at her, Shaggy wasn't one for turning down any company for something like food. Since food always tasted better with friends!

"Like' Sure Velms! Let's leave Scoob here and head into the kitchen. If he wakes up, he'll either wander back to the room, or quest in the kitchen for a doggy bag before returning to the bedroom anyway." Shaggy pointed out with a smile. Not knowing that Scooby had found Velma only after he had gotten some food earlier. But then again, there was always time for food for the intrepid duo.

Pushing off the windows edge, Shaggy made quick movement to get to Velma's side. Offering an elbow to her in case she could use a hand getting to her feet. He was very familiar with Scooby's ability to render a leg or arm out of commission until all the blood returned, so he wanted to make sure she had a steady place to hold on to when she stood up. In case she misjudged her own capacity to recover and stumbled a bit.

Staring at his elbow, Velma was thrown off a tad by the offer. But who was she to dismiss his kind gesture? Sure, she took pride in doing a lot of things on her own. And showing off to those who didn't think she might be able to do something because of her gender or height. But this was Shaggy... in their own house. It wasn't exactly like she had to prove herself to the lanky beatnik. Pushing off the pillow pile she had created, she used his arm to right herself and take a few tentative steps on her wobbly legs. She hadn't shaken off all of the numbness Scooby had caused, and needed to walk it off to fully get herself back in working order. Stomping a heel against the tingling, feeling weird as it almost felt as if the rest of her foot didn't exist.

"Thanks."

"Heh, like no prob Velma." Tipping his imaginary hat, he grinned down at her.

"Then lead the way sir." Tossing a hand before them, she continued to lean on him and offered for him to take charge. It was his kitchen after all.

It was a short trip to the kitchen, as they used the dining room as a short cut, connecting the living room to the kitchen. Normally Shaggy preferred to use the swinging door that was connected to their rooms hallway, but this worked. It was certainly a shorter distance than that door.

Walking across the kitchen, Shaggy led Velma to the small table they had put in the kitchen for smaller meals with just the Gang. They did use the Dining room, but most of the time they preferred the smaller, more personal table in the corner of the kitchen for normal meals. When they didn't just sit at the island, or anywhere else in the kitchen for random meals. Dropping her off, Shaggy crossed his favorite room, to open up his walk-in freezer/fridge to take stock of his food options. He really didn't want to make anything 'crazy', so a simple sandwich would do for now.

"Do you want anything? I can make you a sandwich as well!" Shaggy offered, not sure if Velma was hungry or not.

As Shaggy had taken a bit to look around his substantial hoard of foodstuffs, Velma had let her mind wander and resumed doodling snowflakes on the window that she was nearby, but had to provide the window fogginess, herself. So, she didn't heard Shaggy the first time when he called out to her.

"Velms... Hey Velma. You like' want anything?" Wandering over, he lightly waved his hand nearby her peripheral view so not to spook her when trying to get her attention.

"Oh, sorry. I got distracted." Looking away from the window, she shook her head. "I think a sandwich would be too much. If anything, I would like more of a munchy snack then a full-blown meal."

Knowing that even though Shaggy was just saying a 'sandwich', the man rarely ate just a simple single decker creation. Most of his stacks were far larger and always came with some type of chips, veggies or even a salad. Though he did tend to make a far smaller portion when he was asking the gang about what they wanted. But sometimes forgot even then, that they didn't need the 'works' on their meals.

"Hm... something smaller then." Placing a hand to his chin, Shaggy took a mental stock of all of his options. It took a little bit to run through all the of the combinations that could be what Velma might be looking for, before the man recalled a possible option.

"I got it. Give me a second. I need some painters tape!"

Darting from where she was sitting, Shaggy moved about his kitchen, searching for the said tape for some reason. Blinking confused, Velma wasn't sure how the blue adhesive strips would solve her snack cravings. But then again, she was sitting in the kitchen of Shaggy and Scooby. Perish the thought that Shaggy would actually make some food like a normal person. It just wasn't in his nature. She had more than her fair number of 'toys' taken for their experiments, for her to not know better.

"Ah ha!"

Grabbing the tape, Shaggy tossed one of the rolls at Velma for her to catch in reaction. Hands snapping up to block the roll from hitting her, grasping it in her hands as she stared at him bewildered.

"..."

"Like' if you can help me seal up the doors, I'll get the top if you can help with the rest." Shaggy moved to start taping up the top gaps of the dining room doors that connected that room to the living room.

Staring at the tape in her hands, she was trying to put two and two together to figure out why they needed to seal themselves into the kitchen. But... well why not? It's not like she had anywhere else to go, or to do. Might as well see what kooky idea Shaggy was up too. Moving to tape what Shaggy didn't, aiding on securing them into the room. She followed his lead and moved across the room to bind the other door. Leaving only the door to outside untouched.

"Well, you wanted to keep Scooby asleep. So, this should help." Shaggy admitted, giving the blue tape a pat. And as Velma raised a finger and opened her mouth to ask, the taller man cut her off.

"Follow me. You'll see in a second."