Timon didn’t understand what Urd meant by that but was not about to argue with her. As long as she got Vyers up and into the pool he was happy. If getting the demon this ‘swimsuit’ thing he had complained so much about was what it took, so be it… But really, how could there be too much fur in the pool? What was that supposed to mean, hu? Was she insulting him? He pressed his lips together tightly, deciding to correct Vyers’ in regards to his far from perfect appearance after the goddess left. No use starting another argument when the first had yet to be solved, at least in this case.

“Red?” he repeated, unable to restrain himself from commenting. The meerkat made a sour face. The image of the demon dressed head to toe in the colour did not pass as an appealing one. Of course, what Timon imagined a swimsuit to look like was far from what passed as one. “Red is a little bold for him, don’t you think? I thought we didn’t want him to stick out.”