"Suit yourself," the friend says amicably.

"Lucky," sighs Andi, and she sips her juice.

"Always do."

Yes, consuming the least questionable parts of their meals in silence, what a brilliant plan.

"Bella. I'm afraid I don't remember yours confidently enough to hazard a guess."

Andi will not be thwarted! He should talk. In his lovely accent. Hmmm. "I guess I wouldn't actually have to talk about Czechoslovakia in particular since it's American history. Is that weird for you, doing a whole year on American history?"

"Sort of comes with the territory, doesn't it?"

"I," says Ethan's friend, with immense pride and satisfaction, "am Trouble."

"I guess. Wow, if we moved to another country and went to school there I guess we'd learn all kinds of details I never think about. How come you moved here, anyway? Do you like it?"

"That isn't remotely like what I would have guessed. Nickname?"

Trouble giggles. "You bet." He tips his head back at Ethan. "He came up with it. It's my favourite."

"Oh, dull family reasons," Ethan dismisses. "It's all right. Can't complain."

"It is an unusual nickname," observes Bella.

"I don't think I'd like to move to another country," muses Andi. "Not forever, anyway, maybe a semester in college or something."

"Why not?" says Ethan.

"Mm-hmmmmmm," says Trouble. "I'm an unusual person."

"It seems like it'd be a lot to get used to even if they spoke English. Is it true they don't have peanut butter, in other countries?"

"I'm getting that."

He giggles again, kicking at the frame of his chair.

"I'm sure there's some country somewhere that doesn't have peanut butter, but I've never personally been to one."

"So I have to distract you for another ten minutes," says Bella, glancing at the clock, "what's a good way to do that?"

"That's good then, peanut butter's awesome."

Ethan laughs.

"We could go make out," Trouble suggests.