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It was one of those rare, lazy afternoons where neither of them had to rush off to practice or meetings. They were lounging on the couch, flipping through TV channels aimlessly when Geno paused on some random nature documentary.
“That’s wrong,” Sidney said suddenly, shaking her head.
Geno gave her a puzzled look. “What you mean wrong? Is documentary, they know.”
Sid raised an eyebrow, sitting up a little straighter. “No, they don’t. Penguins don’t mate for life.”
Geno blinked at her, confused. “What? Penguins, they definitely mate for life. Is in books, Sid. Everybody knows.”
Sid’s arms crossed over her chest, her competitive streak kicking in. “Nope. That’s a myth. I’ve read about it.”
Geno snorted, turning fully toward her now, eyes widening in disbelief. “No, Sid. Is not myth. Penguins are like romantic. They find one partner, stay forever.”
Sidney shook her head firmly. “That’s what people say, but it’s not true. Some penguins switch partners.”
Geno threw his hands up, clearly not willing to concede. “You think because you Penguin you know everything about penguins?”
Sid laughed, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Yes, actually. I think I do.”
Geno pointed at her, looking both amused and mock offended. “You wrong. I win this.”
Sidney, never one to back down, grabbed her phone and started Googling. “I’m telling you, Geno, some penguins do not stay with one mate. Watch me prove it.”
Geno scooted closer, peering over her shoulder at her phone screen, watching her scroll through articles. “You find wrong source,” he muttered under his breath.
Sid smirked triumphantly as she pointed to an article. “See? Right here. Some species do, but others don’t. It depends on the type of penguin.”
Geno frowned, clearly not willing to let her have the win. “Okay, fine. But Emperor penguins? They mate for life.”
Sid leaned back, enjoying her small victory. “Actually, no. They don’t either.”
Geno huffed dramatically, flopping back on the couch, covering his face with his hands. “This is terrible. What else is lie? Maybe sharks don’t even have sharp teeth!”
Sid chuckled and leaned over to poke him. “Hey, don’t blame me. I’m just the messenger.”
Geno peeked out from under his hands, giving her a half-serious glare. “You ruin penguins for me, Sid. I thought they romantic, like us.”
Sid burst out laughing, shaking her head. “We’re way more romantic than penguins.”
Geno grinned, sitting up again. “You right. Penguins have nothing on us.” He leaned in closer, his face now inches from hers. “I guess you win. This time.”
Sid smiled, satisfied. “You bet I did.”
They shared a laugh, the bickering fading into their usual playful banter, with Geno ultimately deciding that, regardless of penguins’ mating habits, he had picked the right partner for life.