"I like the shoes," Ethan volunteers.

"They're pretty keen shoes! They don't really go with anything I own so I don't need to go get a pair of my own, but you rock them."

"I do," Robin agrees.

"So did we just miss your existence for the first couple weeks of school or are you brand new?"

"Brand new," she admits.

"Ooh. Are you having any trouble catching up with stuff?"

"I was never that good in school even before I moved to another country," she sighs.

"Ouch."

"Ouch is right."

"Maybe you just need a little help," says Ethan. "A crash course. How To Pass Classes In America."

"Is the school system really that different?"

"Parts of it."

"The spelling's going to make me want to punch something, I can just tell," says Robin.

"They shouldn't mark you down for putting extra U's in things, but never let it be said that I expect all teachers to do what they should."

"Yeah, that would make far too much sense."

"I'd wonder what Mom would do with a British kid but her students aren't usually literate yet in any dialects at all," muses Andi.

"Your mum teaches little kids?" she guesses.

"Yeah, kindergarten."

"I was theoretically eligible to skip into first grade directly, but Mom wouldn't let me go past her without having me for the year, and besides, would've split me up from Andi."

"Wouldn't want that," she says, glancing between the twins.

"Yeah, Bella totally carries me in English class. I have more tolerance for math though."

"English class, there's a joke," snorts Robin.

"Don't mock the colonials," says Ethan.

"The Redcoats are mocking, the Redcoats are mocking!"

"Pffffff."