"I need you to investigate someone," I tell my friend, my arms still crossed. We’re standing in front of my room, waiting for the doctor to check on my little lioness. "His name is Gandalf, but I don’t know his last name."
I feel my best friend’s gaze on me and turn to look at him.
"Are you serious about what you’re asking me?"
"Do I look like I’m joking?"
"I’m a scientist, not a private investigator."
"Oh, please," I raise an eyebrow at him. "Don’t give me that when we both know your tricks."
He gives me a sly smile. "But still, are you seriously asking me to investigate that name?"
"Yes."
He shrugs. "Alright, if that’s what you want, fine. But you need some culture, my friend..." he laughs softly.
"Just what I needed. My little lioness might be sleeping with some famous guy."
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