Both of them are women.

Zepar and Furfur grinned at my response, which meant nothing. They were always grinning at everything, it seemed.

"Is Mister Player correct?" Furfur asked, holding a palm-up hand towards Zepar as if to call attention to him/her.

"What matters is if Mister Player knows he is correct!" Zepar declared. "And to this, I say..."

"No!" the two declared together as they crossed their arms above their heads.

"Mister Player, weren't you supposed to be a scholar on the story of our friend Beatrice?" Zepar taunted me.

"If so, and if you claim to love that story, please do not so carelessly neglect its details!" Furfur joined in.

I protested that I had actually proven this at some point.

"You're not being a graceful loser, Mister Player," Zepar chided me, still smiling. "What observation did you make to reach this conclusion?"

"And when you observed us to come to that conclusion, did you observe both of us at the same time?" Furfur asked, batting his/her eyelashes. "These details are not trivial!"

Fine, fine, whatever. In my lover's heart, they were both women, but I didn't need to fight this battle.

I died, but that doesn't matter. Hit "Previous chapter" and I'll choose the right answer.