Kubla Khan looks as imperious as ever.
"Is this revenge for last night?" he demands, pulling on his mustaches.
Rokaci puffs smoke out of his nostrils. "Certainly not, Your Imperial Majesty." He says that so innocently. "You were advised that Van and Daji would be broadcasting here, were you not?"
Kubla Khan, trapped, fumbles for a way to save face. "I ... I didn't know it was right this minute. Obviously. Of course, it is an honor to have you do your show here."
Innocent as a lamb, I say, "Your Imperial Majesty, would you be a guest on today's episode? The fault is ours for not having properly asked you, of course. Such a breach of royal protocol. Can you possibly forgive us?"
Wukong looks at me with a wily stare, as if to say: That's not bad. Not bad at all.
Daji puts on a sincere look. I sense relief from her. "Yes, of course, DO be a guest on today's show. And please forgive our glaring omission. It won't happen again."
