Legoshi crouches by the shoe rack, one large paw lifting up a tiny sneaker and turning it in his hands. His ears flick at the sound of rummaging behind him—something’s missing, again. He sighs, a fond sort of exasperation in his voice.

“Okay,” he says, reaching under the bench to grab the missing shoe. “I’ll trade this for an answer.” He holds it just out of reach, a playful glint in his eyes.

He watches the attempt to snatch it, tail flicking behind him as he leans back slightly. “What’s the square root of sixteen?”