What is that? . . . I forgot

So last night, my husband was quite the chatter box. However, I was so exhausted that I do not remember everything that he said, word for word. What I do remember is that he sat up, said a lot of unintelligible stuff, then patted the blanket and asked what it was (“That would be a blanket), then he touched the pillow that I had between my knees and asked what that was. (“Of course, that would be a pillow”). After that, it was more unintelligibility (that could be due to my strong desire to go back to sleep at that particular moment).