Mika plunged his hand into the pouch and pulled out the first item.
He stared at it, then he looked down at Astrid in exasperation.
"What the hell, Astrid?"
She turned to see what he had found, and her face immediately went crimson.
It was another body pillow—but this one showed Mika wearing nothing except a small apron. Just an apron. As if he had been cooking in the kitchen and decided that was sufficient attire.
"This is—this is for when I'm cooking!"
She explained frantically.
"When I'm in the kitchen, I always keep it by my side for company! Whenever I cook on my own the dishes turn really bad, but when I have you propped up on my tail, they always turn out good!"
"Fine. Whatever."
Mika pinched the bridge of his nose before looking at her in dismay.
"But at least put some proper clothes on me, right? Why am I only wearing an apron?"
Astrid looked away, her cheeks burning.
"Because...Because it's sexier this way. You look better with just the apron."
