Mandel Thompson said, "It was my mom who bought them. There are four of us siblings, one for each person."
As he spoke, Mandel Thompson continued, "I like lying on them when I sleep at night."
Isla Astir nodded, "Didn't expect your mother to have such a girlish heart."
Mandel Thompson didn't pick up on that, but instead said, "In the future, we can talk about lying on them together."
Isla Astir grabbed a throw pillow and hurled it towards Mandel Thompson.
Mandel Thompson caught the pillow, the corners of his mouth lifting slightly, "Miss Astir, if you don't like this bear, we can change it for another one."
"How come you're getting less and less serious? It's simply disgraceful!"
Mandel Thompson continued, "Miss Astir, have you heard of the idiom 'a degenerate scholar'?"
Isla Astir: "..." She had no reply to that.
Ding dong--
The sound of knocking spread through the air.
Mandel Thompson looked at Isla Astir, "Miss Astir, please go open the door."
