(From Demetrius's Perspective)
"Aardvark? Why?" I asked. I was completely taken aback that she said this animal's name.
"I-I don't know, cause... they're cute...?" she mumbled.
"Cute?" I knew she called weird things 'cute'. But to think she would call an Aardvark cute was still surprising.
"Hmm, I saw... its picture o-once in a... book. Are there any... found here?"
"No," I said quickly. And I was glad that there were not any of that kind of animal here. Because if there were and if she wanted one, I would give her since I would do anything she wanted. But it would be very strange if she kept hugging that kind of thing and brings it on our bed. It was disgusting in every way possible.
"Then... what would s-she... like?" she pouted. "I wish I could do something... to make her h-happy. I can't even... cook. Neither... can I s-sew. She likes... poems, but I can't write poems e-either. What should I do... then, Dem?"
