“What? No, it’s my towel now.” It’s the closest thing to camo I’ve found in this place.
“You can have my pink blanket with the flowers.” The spider eggs I hid there were mighty tasty. That reminds me —
“We’re low on spiders.”
What’s her problem?
“Since you’re going out anyway and I’m being held captive.”
Shhh. Don’t tell her I can smell that cold outside air from here…burrowed in my toasty almost-camo towel….