"It's my turn. I swear to heaven I'll put your story to shame." Foster exclaimed, pumping his chest with a closed fist and pointing his index finger at Kim's face. "Meh, good. I'm ready." Kim responded with a facial expression that expressed a lack of enthusiasm. After dropping out of engineering and becoming starving artists, Foster and Kim sat on their king-size bed with their legs crossed over each other. “Picture this: a domesticated house cat called Furry sleeps comfortably on the floor, curled up with his tail near his head. His owners gave him an emerald lasso: it's like a necklace, but for the feline's tail. Foster stopped when he sensed Kim's confusion with the sudden deafening silence surrounding them "See, it's an in-universe thing for this story. Hey, the taillace could be a nice new product for today's cat lovers!" After hearing the word "emerald", Kim recalled their first meeting three years ago, in a cafe, just after the launch of the latest Kim's book. Young Foster sat awkwardly but proudly in the empty chair right in front of Kim, although not known or invited, while holding a copy of her children's book "Are you still there? I feel the darkness here." "Uh yeah, sorry. Just, remember, things. Nothing important. Kim snapped out of the memories. “Ugh. Okay. A few moments later, he felt something was wrong. Something had moved somewhere. The peaceful green of his surroundings suddenly turned into a warm and dangerous orange. Furry then tried to flex his and wagged his tail. as he tried to get up. His tail was a little lighter than before: his tail string was taken away. He tried to walk in circles hoping that it would fall near him. .. half of the card… rry's vision of pink and yellow turned once again to an ebony black with flecks of dark purple. Finally, Foster concluded his story. That ending was so boring! What happened to his lasso? What about the skeleton of a fish? Really?" Kim was shocked, she expected a much better ending for the children's story. "Well, I learned this "plot twist" trick from a famous best-selling children's book author! I won't give it a reasonable ending until you give me back my boxer shorts. Seriously. It looks really dark blue down there." Foster, an aspiring children's book writer with a case of grapheme-color synesthesia, responded: "Your boxers are your blindfold. Kinky, huh?" Foster's girlfriend Kim replied. During their battle for the title of "best children's story writer ever," they played cats and were blindfolded.