The Candy Bar buzzed softly with the comfortable sound of quiet conversation and the occasional clink of glass on wood. Outside, the meadow stretched wide and bright beneath a perfect sky, the kind of afternoon that practically demanded a game of frisbee. Charmy sat at the bar staring through the window toward that meadow, the red frisbee resting on the counter in front of him like a reminder of a simple plan that had somehow become extremely complicated.

Blue leaned back on his stool beside him, completely relaxed, while Frenchy sat on the other side watching the exchange with growing amusement.

Charmy finally turned away from the window and faced Blue again.

“Let me get this straight,” Charmy said, his voice tight with frustration. “You will not go outside and throw a frisbee unless I admit the world is flat.”

Blue nodded calmly.

“That is correct.”

Charmy rubbed his face with both hands, then leaned forward on the bar.

“If the world is really flat,” Charmy said, “how do you explain Christopher Columbus? He proved the world was round.”

Blue barely reacted. He simply folded his hands on the bar and answered like he had already been waiting for that question.

“He only proved you can sail from Spain to North America.”

Charmy blinked.

Frenchy leaned forward slightly, clearly intrigued.

Charmy pointed at Blue.

“That is not what people say Columbus proved.”

Blue shrugged.

“People say a lot of things.”

Charmy stared at him for a moment before trying again.

“He sailed west and ended up somewhere else. That suggests the world curves.”

Blue shook his head.

“It suggests he sailed west and found land.”

Charmy opened his mouth to respond, but Blue was already continuing.

“Plus the Vikings were sailing to North America years before Christopher Columbus.”

Frenchy nodded thoughtfully.

“That part is actually true,” Frenchy said.

Charmy slowly turned his head toward him.

“You are not helping.”

Frenchy raised his hands defensively.

“I am just acknowledging historical facts.”

Charmy looked back at Blue.

“So your argument is that Columbus proved nothing.”

Blue nodded again.

“Correct.”

Charmy leaned back on his stool and stared at the ceiling like someone hoping the universe might intervene.

“So the ships just sailed across a giant flat surface.”

Blue smiled slightly.

“Exactly.”

Charmy sat up again.

“Blue, ships disappear over the horizon.”

Blue leaned forward.

“That is because of perspective.”

Charmy frowned.

“Perspective.”

Blue nodded.

“Yes. The same reason distant objects look smaller.”

Frenchy scratched his chin.

“I have heard that argument before,” Frenchy said.

Charmy looked at him again.

“You have been spending too much time on the internet.”

Frenchy shrugged.

“I enjoy observing strange corners of the world.”

Blue tapped the bar confidently.

“The plane of the world is a flat line.”

Charmy stared at him.

Frenchy turned slowly toward Blue, studying him carefully for a few seconds.

Then Frenchy shook his head.

“The brain in your head has FLATLINED.”

Blue blinked.

Charmy burst out laughing before he could stop himself.

Blue looked mildly offended.

“My brain is functioning perfectly,” Blue said.

Frenchy leaned back in his stool.

“That remains unproven.”

Charmy wiped his eyes and tried to regain control of the conversation.

“Blue,” Charmy said, “people have literally gone into space and taken pictures of the Earth.”

Blue waved a hand dismissively.

“Photos can be edited.”

Charmy groaned.

“Satellites exist.”

Blue nodded.

“They exist. That does not mean they orbit a sphere.”

Charmy blinked again.

“How would satellites orbit a flat world?”

Blue leaned forward like he was revealing a secret.

“They move in circles above the surface.”

Charmy stared at him.

Frenchy leaned closer.

“Like a ceiling fan.”

Blue smiled.

“Exactly.”

Charmy rubbed his temples again.

“So satellites are ceiling fans.”

Blue shrugged.

“That is a simplified way to describe it.”

Charmy stared down at the frisbee on the bar.

“You know what the saddest part of this conversation is.”

Blue tilted his head.

“What.”

Charmy picked up the frisbee and spun it slowly on the counter.

“This whole discussion started because I wanted to play frisbee.”

Blue nodded.

“And we still can.”

Charmy looked up.

“You will play.”

Blue smiled calmly.

“As soon as you admit the Earth is flat.”

Charmy let the frisbee drop flat against the bar with a soft thump.

Frenchy chuckled quietly.

Charmy looked between them.

“You realize this is absurd.”

Blue shrugged.

“Truth often sounds absurd at first.”

Charmy leaned back again.

“Blue, I cannot pretend the planet is shaped like a pancake just so we can throw plastic through the air.”

Blue folded his arms.

“Then we remain at an impasse.”

Frenchy grinned.

“I am enjoying the impasse.”

Charmy shook his head.

“You would.”

Blue pointed toward the window.

“You could end this debate very easily.”

Charmy raised an eyebrow.

“How.”

Blue leaned closer.

“Just say it.”

Charmy sighed.

Outside the sunlight still poured across the meadow. The grass moved gently in the breeze like it was inviting the frisbee waiting on the counter.

Charmy looked at the frisbee again, then back at Blue.

“You are unbelievably stubborn,” Charmy said.

Blue smiled.

“I prefer the word persistent.”

Frenchy laughed again.

Charmy slowly stood up from his stool.

“Well,” Charmy said, picking up the frisbee, “I am going outside anyway.”

Blue watched him.

“You could still change your mind.”

Charmy paused at the door and looked back at them.

“The world is round,” Charmy said.

Blue shook his head calmly.

“Agree to disagree.”

Charmy stepped out into the bright afternoon, leaving the debate behind for the moment. Inside the Candy Bar, Frenchy leaned back and looked at Blue with a curious smile.

“You know,” Frenchy said, “even if the world were flat, frisbee would still work.”

Blue considered that.

“That is true.”

Frenchy gestured toward the door.

“So why not just go play.”

Blue looked thoughtful for a moment, then leaned back in his stool again.

“Because eventually,” Blue said confidently, “Charmy will realize I am right.”

Frenchy laughed softly.

Outside in the meadow, Charmy tossed the frisbee into the air and caught it again, wondering how a simple afternoon plan had somehow turned into a historical debate about Columbus, Vikings, and the shape of the planet. The argument was clearly not over, and if anything it was only getting started.