Someone knocked on Granz's door. After he'd calmed his dogs down, he called out "Who is it?"

"It's Thoth," Thoth shouted through the door. "I've got something for you!"

Granz rushed up to the door but didn't open it, balancing his excitement for the surprise with his multi-kilometer-long paranoid streak. "Is it a video game?" he asked. "One with lots of complex bits I can get lost in?"

"No," Thoth replied. "Not this time. How's TIS-100, by the way?"

Granz blushed. "Well, uh, I'm still going and I stayed up really late playing it last night ..."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. It's why I'm not bringing more games."

"So is it tabletop rulebooks?!"

"It's not those either," Thoth said. "You've got plenty, last I checked."

"But I can never have enough rulebooks!"

Thoth chuckled.

"Ok, so, uh ..." Granz tried to think of what else the surprise could be. "Pictures of cute guys?"

"You're getting closer..." Thoth said, stretching out the last word flirtatiously.

Granz was quiet for a minute, trying to come up with a guess. "I give up," he finally admitted, "what is it?"

"It's me!" Thoth said. "I came all the way over here to smooch you and hug you and, well, maybe later we can play Magic ... oryoucanravishme."

Granz threw the door open. "Did you say Magic?!"

"Well - maybe - but I want to kiss you first."

"Sure thing. You've come all this way, we might as well ... enjoy each other."

And so, Thoth threw himself around Granz in a passionate embrace that featured much smooching. Soon, they migrated to Granz's bedroom, where [details of what Granz can do with a control deck removed because no one needs to see that level of trouncing in this good Christian shipfest].