The saiyan smiles, briefly. "That is a matter of perspective. Mine says otherwise." 'Just' a bed nothing it had been strapped to a balloon, it had floated, it was STILL likely to be incredibly comfortable to sleep on.

Well, taking apart things seemed to be the only path. The door's knob is turned by a quick grab and twist via brown-furred tail, and pillows tossed through the opening. A blanket follows. "Good things go away too fast as it is without them being left behind on purpose."