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.

"It is though! Reese's Pieces are the best candy. Unless it's Starbursts, those are also good."

"My agreement with my sister doesn't extend that far."

Trouble shrugs. "Your loss."

"Ugh, don't get me started," says Ethan. "American candy is a tragedy."

"Does offering to make out with near-strangers usually get you very far?"

"Ooh, why, what's British candy like?"

"Genuinely edible chocolate. Real Smarties, not little tubes of chalk. Maltesers. I can't explain maltesers, just trust me that if you had ever had the pleasure you would miss them too."

Trouble grins. "Sometimes. Sometimes nnnot. Can't hurt, though, can it?"

"What's a 'real' Smartie...?"

"I suppose that depends on what you're trying to get."

He tilts his head questioningly. "Mm?"