"I've already become your pillow, so don't complain!" Even Tunner sat up, rubbed his numb arm, and replied with a helpless smile.
"Even Tunner, where's my porridge?" Lenny choked, holding the blanket, looking at Even Tunner, and asked innocently.
"You fell asleep, so to avoid wasting it, I had no choice but to eat it all myself!" Even Tunner replied, smiling at Lenny.
"Huh? Why didn't you wake me up?" Lenny asked, looking frustrated.
"Do you think I could actually wake you?" Even Tunner glanced at Lenny and asked her back.
Lenny was at a loss for words, pouting and glaring at Even Tunner, but after a while, she couldn't help but protest,
"How would you know you couldn't wake me if you didn't try?"
"I did try to wake you, but you didn't wake up, so I gave up!"
"Then why were you sleeping with me?" Lenny couldn't find a retort and, in her panic, questioned him.
After she said that, she wished she could knock herself out.
What kind of nonsense am I spewing?
