"It's from a story called Red Riding Hood. Nothing huge, just a fairy tale, but I know a number of them. Maybe I'll share a lot of them with you one day," you considered, taking your hand off of Ap's head. Reaching out, you tucked both hands under her forelegs, then hoisted her up. You expected she'd fight to some degree, protest you lifting her like this or flail her limbs, but she just let you pull her onto the bed, setting her on your lap so that her back was against your chest.