You wake up to the sound of howling wind and snowflakes tapping on the window. The city is covered in a thick layer of snow. The forecast says that the storm will last for another day.

You're trapped with nothing to do. Why not build a pillow fort?

You run to the living room with pillows. Scaramouche, who is still lying on the couch, a bored and annoyed expression on his face.

With enough pleading, you convince him to join you, but he complains of the "childishness" the whole time.