"Okay."

Sandwich.

Andi looks her over, then tells Trouble, "She's okay."

He smiles. "Good."

"I would totally hand Bella a genie if I had one," Andi adds loyally.

"Bet you would," Trouble agrees.

The twins eat their lunches.

Trouble eats his, which appears to have been brought from home.

"Trade you my fruit cocktail cup thing for your kiwi."

"Sure," says Trouble. He hands her the kiwi.

Andi completes the trade and consumes the kiwi. Nom!

Trouble consumes the fruit cocktail cup thing. Everyone is happy!

"Hi," says Trouble. "Sorry I made you mad at lunch."

"It's not a big deal. If you ever find a bottled genie give me another shot at earning your approval for genie-use, yeah? It's moot otherwise."

He shrugs. "Sure thing."

"Aww, I'm sorry," says Trouble. "I didn't know. That really sucks."

"Yeah. Renée is still normal about it and we live with her most of the time," shrugs Bella.

"I think it's nice that you want to do something important," he says. "Like it's nice that you get along with your sister."

"You just aren't convinced I know the difference between curing cancer and military dictatorship, or something."

"It's not always that easy."

"Do you have an example in mind or are you just cynical beyond your years?"

"I am so fucking cynical, you don't even know," says Trouble. "I could win world fucking championships of cynical."

"You are probably not cynical enough if you think you could beat seven billion people at cynicism."