'Why… why is she staring at me?'
"What?"
Effie shook her head.
"No, nothing. It's just… you know, Sunny, when I first saw you, I thought — look at this tiny boy! He's just like a toy! You just want to dress him up like a doll and play with him…"
Sunny blinked a couple of times, then scowled angrily.
"Who are you calling tiny? I'm not tiny… in any way, you beanpole!"
Not paying him any attention, the huntress glanced at the wardrobe and giggled again.
Then, suppressing laughter, she said:
"Who knew that you are into… playing another kind of dress-up, huh?"
It took Sunny a couple of seconds to realize what she was implying. When he did, he turned bright red from outrage.
The nerve! The gall! How dare she!
"What are you talking about?! Those aren't mine! The priestess who lived here before left them behind!"
Effie nodded a couple of times.
"Sure, sure. You just happened to have a wardrobe full of pretty dresses. By accident…"
"That's the truth! I never lie!"
She looked at him with a wide smile.
"But of course! It must be the truth. I totally believe you. Definitely."
Sunny stared at her with his mouth wide open, not knowing what to say.
Effie, meanwhile, looked around and innocently fluttered her eyelashes.
"But, Sunny… we have another problem."
Gritting his teeth in irritation, he snapped:
"What is it?!"
She lingered for a few moments, then said teasingly:
"There's only one bed. Ah, what a predicament! Whatever should we do?"
Sunny glared at her for a long time, then spat:
"You take the damn bed! I'll sleep on the floor!"
With that, he turned away a tried to take a deep breath.
'Why did I ever agree to this?! Women… damn women… they're the true terror!'
…Indeed, this was going to be a very long week.