Volume 3, Chapter 27: Colorful Advertising

"At least tell me how he's doing, or else I'll keep bothering you." Mrs. Tu patted me again with a suggestive smile, "Describe him a bit, huh? Is he really that precious? Can't you just share a little?"

"I've told you a joke before, haven't I?" With no sand to bury myself in like an ostrich, I had no choice but to imitate a roasted chicken, folding my head under my—no—not wing—under my arm. "Describing him is like that bank commercial, and describing the specifics is like a coffee commercial."