"Hello," says Ethan.

"Hi, Ethan," says Andi. (Just because she no longer plans to accompany him to school dances doesn't mean he is not welcome to talk to her in his yummy accent.)

"I have been to the tea shop," he says, taking one of the remaining seats at their table. "I have sampled the tea. The tea was delicious. Thanks for the tip."

"You're welcome, I'm glad you liked it!"

"Oh, you told him about that place Renée goes?"

"Yeah."

"And I am ever so grateful," says Ethan.

"What kind did you get?"

He answers. At length. In detail. In his yummy accent.

Yummmmmm.

Bella steps on her foot.

"Ow!"

"Sorry. You know me. So clumsy I have to sit out of gym."

Ethan raises his eyebrows at Bella.

"It's true, I sit out of gym, ask anyone."

"She's barely functional," sighs Andi, "falls down the stairs, trips on nothing, she can only do gym if it's something like pull-ups where at least no one else will sue when she inevitably injures herself."

"Sorry to hear that," says Ethan.

"Yeah. I'm not clumsy like that, I might try out for swim team."

"I'm actually not terrible in the water. It's just ordinary human locomotion that gives me a problem. But I do not care to be on the swim team."

"That makes two of us," laughs Ethan. "Not that I have anything against swimming. It's the 'team' part I don't care for."

"I think the swim team is less teamlike than, say, the basketball team."

"Yeah, it's more like just a bunch of swimmers, it's not like it's water polo."

"Eh," says Ethan, "still not my thing."

"Fair enough. I think I will try out, though. Maybe I'll make it, maybe I won't."

"Good luck."