It wasn't much longer before she saw the message. She picked up one of the plentiful cushions scattered on the couch and hit him over the head with it. "If you're going to lie about me, get off my couch, freeloader," she said, but with a laugh. "Although my breasts are quite nice, I grant you, I don't go showing them off to just anyone."
She shook her head. "Why don't you go to the woods to catch the magical moose?" she suggested. "If Drake thinks I am going to sleep on the ground, he must be mad."