Bristle frowned. Personally he thought a bed would be rather excessive, the whole business of carrying it, buying it, carrying it more. She probably just wanted more moeny from him, though he could afford it now and it might be easier to get it out of the way. Bristle raised his hands in defeat, [b]"Alright, I'll take the bed. Here's your money."[/b] Bristle dug out the necessary coinage, still wincing at the loss of cash, even if it wasn't his really.