"Oh, is that so? But your tail is swishing back and forth. It always does that when you're lying and getting flustered."
"No way. The base of my tail is just a little itchy."
"Then tell me what day it is, quick. You're not trying to trick me, are you? Answer in three seconds and I'll believe you. Three..."
Zog's mind was starting to overheat.
"Two..."
Zog's mind was on the verge of overheating.
"One..."
"I've got it!" Zog declared like a victorious general. "Today is the 1,400th anniversary of the day we met!"
'Genius!'
Zog practically wanted to give himself a round of applause.
'He really was a genius.'
He'd even managed to remember such an obscure date.
It was all thanks to Furin, who had mentioned it offhandedly a few days ago that their 1,400-year mark was coming up...
Zog glanced triumphantly at Furin, his expression clearly saying, 'I remembered. What are you going to complain about now?'
"Since you remembered," Furin asked cheerfully, "where's my present?"
"..."
