I don't know.

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..."

"He is correct that he does not!" the two declared together as they crossed their arms above their heads. I heard the applause of an audience and saw confetti raining from the ceiling, but I still couldn't be sure what I'd given was a correct answer until the two threw off their berets. The cast garments drifted to a stop at exactly equal distances from their throwers, symmetrically placed in the room. Always impressive.

"Mister Player, ignorance of demons is nothing for a human to be ashamed of," Furfur reassured me, smiling as he/she held his/her hands in a "K" formation.

"If that knowledge means your ****, it is an obstacle to your miracle! It can be easily cast aside," Zepar agreed, holding his/hers in an opposite formation.

"Now, let us continue!" Furfur bid me. "Let us unravel further mysteries about the demons who can grant the gift of the miracle of love! What is our vessel?!"