"They have this peach tea that's really nice," Andi adds.

"I stayed up all night to help her with a Social Studies project her partners bailed on, eighth grade."

"Aren't you sweet," says Trouble, with apparent genuine feeling.

"That's no good to me," says Ethan. "I'm allergic."

"What else was I gonna do?" shrugs Bella.

"Oh, that's too bad. They have other stuff, anyway."

"I'll be sure to take a look."

"Leave her to it?" suggests Trouble.

"And tell me what you think of it," suggests Andi.

Trouble laughs.

"Could do, could do."

"She helps me with things, too, anyway."

"But will you?"

"I don't know, will I?"

"Aww," says Trouble.

"You'd know better than me!"

"What're you awwing about? We're twins and we act like it."

"Yeah," says Trouble, "and that's cute."

"Are you sure?" says Ethan, impishly. "Maybe you're reading my mind."

"What's cute about it?"

"No-o-o," laughs Andi. "I wouldn't do that without asking, that'd be mean!"

Ethan laughs.

"You know," says Trouble. "People being nice to each other, having good relationships and getting along and stuff. It gives me nice fuzzy feelings."

"And Bella would get on my case about it if I read people's minds, too. 'Specially hers."