There was no doubt in anyone's mind that Phineas Flynn was advanced for his age. His intelligence was clear in nearly everything he did. And when experiencing the insecurity of a teenager, Isabella would admit without hesitancy that she sometimes felt inferior- that's why she often enjoyed Phineas' unintentional mistakes.
"What is the formal name for the gates of heaven?" Isabella asked, quizzing Phineas off their study guide for their world religions course.
Phineas thought for a brief moment. "The Golden Archway," he supplied. Isabella grinned.
"That's McDonald's, Phin."
"Oh."