After Kaelira pulled out her so-called "bed"—which turned out to be nothing more than a basic sleeping bag—she threw it down right in the middle of the hall.
The house did have a bedroom, sure, but for whatever reason, she decided she was going to camp out in the common area like some kind of hobo.
I didn't ask why.
She offered to share, and I blinked at the thing on the floor like it was a riddle.
The problem? She had one bag.
She caught my expression and clicked her tongue. "Ugh—what, you thought I carried an entire shop's worth of sleeping bags on my back? I need one for myself, obviously. And this one's comfy, okay? I don't need anything else."
I waved a lazy hand. "Just say you're broke. I won't judge."
A vein bulged on her forehead. Her fists clenched, and for a second, I thought she was going to throw hands. Honestly, wouldn't be the first time.
