We walk up to the window, and a young woman hands over a laminated menu. She has piercings in her ears, eyebrows, and nose, and her hair is dyed in four different colors, like a shaved-ice cone. She is the definition of cool. “Hey, dudes, let me know what you want when you’re ready.”

We nod and study the list, which looks pretty standard. How is ordering one of these drinks going to get us to the Horangi?

I glance inside the food truck to see if there are any clues, and that’s when I spot the poster on the wall. It’s bright red, showing a tiger sitting in a library, drinking boba tea while reading a book. The words YOU NEED A SWEET TOOTH TO KNOW THE TRUTH are written in cursive letters underneath. It looks like a cute hipster ad for drinking boba tea.

The Horangi’s clan color is red, and their motto is Knowledge and Truth. Plus, the tiger is in a library. The poster has to be some kind of secret message.

Emmett has already changed his mind three times about his order, and he’s now wondering whether his mango green tea slushy should have boba, or coconut jelly, or both.

As the woman patiently listens to him, I notice there is water sloshing inside a glass charm on her wrist. Ah, she’s gifted. And she’s selling tea, so she’s probably a Tokki infuser.

She sees me looking at her and smiles. “And you? Have you decided what you want?”

I take a stab in the dark. “I have a real sweet tooth, and I want to know the truth.” I cock my head toward the poster on the wall, hoping I don’t look like an idiot.

She freezes like a rabbit caught in headlights. I must be onto something. She looks down at my empty wrist and narrows her eyes. “Who’s asking?”

I clear my throat and improvise. “Sora sent for us.” I’m starting to become an expert liar, and I don’t know how I feel about that.

The woman breathes out a sigh of relief. She smiles. “Well, I do have a house special, if you’re into forbidden fruit. I’m sure you’ll like it if you’re into the truth. It’s a real trip.”

Forbidden fruit? I have to be on the right track. “That sounds great,” I say. “We’ll get two of those, please.”

Emmett opens his mouth to disagree, but I nudge him in the side. “Trust me, Em, that’s definitely what you want.”

He mumbles under his breath but doesn’t argue.