Pillow and Blanket Forts
Atlanta only calls for a halt to the pillow battle when she is panting heavily and her last throw nearly brings down her delicate display rack.
She has good endurance, for a mortal. A fair level of agility and tactics, too. Worthy of respect. So I agree to the truce. Perhaps even an indefinite truce, since I would rather that we not continue this childish game, and I sadly need to return home soon.
Our little adventure with the pillows does not end there, however, apparently.
“Do you want to experience a new way of sleeping?” she conveys through the conversation paper, which she then repeats through her signage. A mischievous look still adorns her face, so I am rightfully wary, but at the same time I cannot do much against my own curiosity.
It is how I end up helping her carry her mattress to what she calls “the living-room,” with a train of blankets and pillows following us.
We raid other soft materials throughout the house, afterwards, and move the couches in the living-room to her specification, namely surrounding the large mattress.
And, as the result, a walled and roofed nest stands in the middle of the room.