Conversation Was Irrelevant. Only Pie Mattered.

What Happened? Did A House Fall On Your Sister?" I Asked. Maybe There Was A Benefit To Our Language Barrier. She Pursed Her Lips. "you Can't Stay Here Much Longer," She Said. My Mouth Dropped Open. "you...you Speak English?" She Snorted. "of Course.

We're The Same! Even Sonya Says We Are. We've Always Been The Same, And We're Both Acting The Same Stupid Way Now! We Hold Ourselves To Higher Standards Than Everyone Else.

Sydney! Stop. Think Of Something Else. Conjugate Latin Verbs. Recite The Periodic Table.

We're Going On A, Um, Windmill Tour Later This Week." If I'd Wanted To Shut Them All Up, I'd Definitely Succeeded. They All Looked Stunned. Adrian Spoke First. "i'm Going To Assume That Means He's Flying You To Amsterdam On His Private Jet. If So, I'd Like To Come Along. But Not For The Windmills.

Well, Well, Well," I Said. "if It Isn't The People Responsible For Unleashing Rose Hathaway On The World. You've Got A Lot To Answer For.