Once more, Gavial smashes open the door, grabs Minimalist by the collar, and hauls him to the infirmary. 'I told you, I'll be there as soon as I finish this design!' 'But your blueprints haven't changed a bit since yesterday!' 'I'm just waiting for that lightbulb to go off in my head!' 'That's Avdotya's thing, Stitch, not yours. If you keep delaying the treatment, the only things going into your head will be my fists.' 'Didn't you say you only beat up bad guys?' Gavial grins smugly. 'I'll make an exception just for you, especially if you keep refusing treatment.' Minimalist's face flickers between anger and a suspicious grin. 'He's definitely plotting something,' Gavial thinks. But whatever scheme he comes up with, she couldn't care less. For the next week, Minimalist stops talking about designs, drawings, or inspiration. Eventually, Gavial makes an inquiry. 'So how's that design you were working on?' 'It's fine.' 'Is it for the entertainment facilities in New Zeruertza?' 'Something like that. Hmph. It's a surprise—ow!' The needle is removed, the injection is complete. Gavial is utterly uninterested in whatever 'surprise' Minimalist is cooking up. Another week passes. A message arrives: Gavial has been chosen as a special guest for the next big celebration in New Zeruertza, and a 'surprise' has been prepared. Inam tells her that if she has time, she should come back, take a look, and do the ribbon-cutting. 'A surprise?' she mutters, puzzled. Just then, a crowd bursts into the infirmary. Minimalist trails behind with a large box in his arms. 'Inam figured you wouldn't have time in your busy schedule, so we brought you your gift ahead of time,' says Zumama. 'It's a scale model of your new statue.' 'A <i>new</i> statue? Didn't they already build one? And I specifically told them not to give it a thick tail.' 'Well, you'll have to ask Stitch about that. He's the one who designed this latest one.' An uneasy feeling rises in her. Stitch steps forward. 'This is for you, Gavial. A token of thanks for all you've done for New Zeruertza.' He opens the box. Inside is a miniature statue of Gavial, with a thick, oversized tail jutting from the back. Gavial's face cycles through a wave of different emotions. 'If that's to scale, then won't the tail on the real statue be thicker than her entire body?' Tomimi asks. 'If it's supposed to be proportional, then use my actual proportions!' Gavial growls, teeth clenched. 'This is way thicker than it should be!' Stitch starts clapping. He can tell that she really does care about his little 'surprise' after all. Weeks later, Zumama pushes open the door to find Gavial using the little statue to sharpen her chainsaw. 'Sharpening your weapon, Gavial?' 'No, just trying to grind down this statue's stupid tail!' 'Where's Stitch?' 'How should I know? Ugh. Alright. I just think that before I go back for the ribbon-cutting, somebody had better make sure the statue in Acahualla has its tail resized right.' 'Or else what? Is that a threat?' Gavial lifts her chainsaw, its blade gleaming bright from the polishing. Gavial decides to let her threat remain a mystery for now.