What's the truth

Previously

…He let the question hang in the air, the silence punctuated only by the clinking of glasses and a few thoughtful murmurs. Then, with a wry smile, he stepped back towards the microphone. "Anyway," he said, the comedic tone returning, "I’m going to go home now and tell my dog the truth about his breath. Wish me luck. I’ll probably need it." The audience erupted in laughter, a warm, appreciative sound that washed over Lucky. He bowed, the spotlight momentarily blinding him, a sense of quiet satisfaction settling in his chest. He’d landed the punchline, but more importantly, he hoped, he’d planted a seed. A seed of honesty, watered with laughter, ready to grow into something real.