That's very rude, Cougar, thinking such disparaging things about the love of your life. (It doesn't matter that it's true, that's not the point.)
He watches as Cougar picks up one of the box lids, eyeing it for a moment before deciding that it would suffice, and giving him an approving nod. "You," he says, pointing to Cougar's chest to emphasize his point, "are going to wash out and refill that bowl of water, and then you're going to go into the cellar. I," he points to his chest, "am going to figure out how the hell I can get my mattress into the cellar without knocking everything we own onto the floor."
He'll manage it eventually, but it might be slow going.
Sooner or later, though, he's going to set up a makeshift bed in the dimness of their cellar, and then he's fully planning on sitting on the floor and fanning Cougar as he sleeps like some kind of Egyptian king.
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He watches as Cougar picks up one of the box lids, eyeing it for a moment before deciding that it would suffice, and giving him an approving nod. "You," he says, pointing to Cougar's chest to emphasize his point, "are going to wash out and refill that bowl of water, and then you're going to go into the cellar. I," he points to his chest, "am going to figure out how the hell I can get my mattress into the cellar without knocking everything we own onto the floor."
He'll manage it eventually, but it might be slow going.
Sooner or later, though, he's going to set up a makeshift bed in the dimness of their cellar, and then he's fully planning on sitting on the floor and fanning Cougar as he sleeps like some kind of Egyptian king.