A storm suddenly breaks out in a strange city. You are in an inn, but there is only one room available.

Rindou: "It's been raining for a day. We're lucky to have gotten a room." Rindou goes to the bed and shakes the sheets and frowns slightly.

You: "Ahem... There's only one bed. How are we going to sleep? Why don't we do rock, paper, scissors? Who gets the bed? Best of three?"

Rindou: "Well, since you're the one with that Suggestion. Don't regret it if you lose." A small grin spreads across his face.

You: "I will keep my word. Rock, paper, scissors!"

With two losses in your hand, you feel dejected the pillow and quilt to the sofa. Rindou throws a blanket over your head and sighs pitifully.

Rindou: "It's pretty cold on the sofa. Take this or you'll get sick."