"...So is there stuff you miss about home besides the candy?"

"I don't know, I'd be really fond of a video game that baked me pies," remarks Bella, but she doesn't look unsympathetic.

"Maybe I should be your friend," Trouble jokes. "Let you get in on some of that pie."

Ethan shrugs. "The language. It's not as bad as if I'd moved to France, but it's still a headache translating all the little things back and forth."

"Stranger things have happened," snorts Bella.

"Like..." Andi struggles for a moment to think of an example, then says, "Biscuits?"

"And pants."

"And it's really good pie," he tempts.

"What's the word for pants in British, then?"

"I do like pie. I dunno, does being your friend come with any other perks?" Bella snorts.

"Well, I figure you'll wanna skip the blowjobs," says Trouble. "And you probably won't get a kick out of watching me set things on fire."

"The word for pants in British is trousers. The word for underwear in British is pants."

"Yeah, this pie just comes with all kinds of features I do not need."

"Oh! Well, that sounds really awkward," giggles Andi.

"You have no idea. I was very confused before I worked it out."

"So? Take the pie, skip the rest. I don't know, what do you do for fun?"

"Is that the worst one?"

"I read a lot. And write, some, but not stories or anything, just thinking on paper. I hang out with Andi, sometimes other people, do whatever they're doing as long as it doesn't require gross motor skills - watch movies, complain about homework, whatever."

"Complain about homework, yeah, that sounds like a blast," snorts Trouble. "So why don't I just make you a pie sometime?"

"Probably the most embarrassing, at least."

"Does that involve one of us traveling to the others' house?"

"Is there a story there?"

"Hah. I'm very proud to say there isn't."

"Yeah," says Trouble. "Why, is that bad?"

Andi applauds softly, giggling.