Chapter 67

"I wouldn't doubt it." Abe narrowed his eyes at me, making me roll my in response. "Oh mio Dio! Cibo americano!" Andre and Tate exclaimed, coming up with a bunch of Twinkies.

"Twinkies?" I questioned, "They're not very good in my opinion. Definitely put to higher expectations then what they are." "Americani ingrati." Seb muttered under his breath in Italian.

"Io non sono un ingrato americano! E parlo Italain, idiota!" I exclaimed, sending him a glare. "Can we get them, Rain?"...