Truce... I don't think giving Ema a stomachache via expired Snackoos is going to endear us to her.

[Somehow her next words are even more nerve-wracking than her previous ones. Pretend to date Trucy? All thoughts of Snackoos temporarily discarded, Apollo rubs the back of his neck nervously.]

I don't know about this. I haven't even dated anyone for real--what makes you think I can pretend date convincingly enough to fool Mr. Wright, of all people? Your dad's known for squeezing the truth out of witnesses.

[At this point, he's rambling, though he doesn't seem to notice.]