The only Japanese I qualified for was the one they spoke in anime – namely, with subtitles! But I don’t see any subtitles popping up in here.

Apparently, I started growling in frustration, and Lin looked up to see me. There was a small garble on the other side of the phone, which she answered with a weird word. “Nandemonai.”

Oh, so I was nothing, was I?

I crashed against the side of my bubble. “What do you think you’re doing?” I shouted, loud enough to be heard all the way to Tokyo.

Lin shook her head into the phone, and she whispered another few jumble of Japanese, from which I recognized only one word – which again, meant something along the lines of “no”.

“Don’t get so flustered,” Lin sighed, snapping the cell shut.

“Flustered? Who are you talking to? What were you talking about?” I could practically feel the steam coming out of my ears.

Now, I’d just follow down my grandma’s path, and start swearing in Chinese respectively.

“That’s information I can’t share.”

Ho, you will. You will.