July bowes her head and looks solemnly at the floor.

"Fine, my friend. You win."

It is a tactic Hurio does not expect.

"Is it true? Could I have bested you in mind more than words? I did not believe it possible to be such a woman so fair and quick with her tongue!"

He walks over to her and lifts her chin with his forefinger. She looks cynically at him, with an eyebrow raised and a faltering smile. He grinns and turns away.

"I know you too well."

July purses her lips while his back is turned and she quickly prepares her offense.

"Dear man," she slapped her hand on his shoulder and spun him around, "you know nothing about me!"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. What's my favorite color?"

"Magenta."

"Lucky guess."

"When's my birthday?"

"March."

"When in March?"

"The... fourteenth or fifteenth or something! I've been to your birthday picnic since you were FIVE, honestly!"

"Well that's your fault, and it's June 11th, so there!"

"Well I don't know EVERYTHING, but I'm close..."

"Not really."