"This is the one thing I'm finally getting good at!"exclaimed Pietro.

"What?"asked Kurt.

"I'm finally going to get it right?"

"Yes, you are. You're pretty good at it, man."

"Yup. Finally! That's one off the list. Now I have Russian, Arabic, Spanish, French, and Italian to go."

"So, do you plan to go to visit all these place?"asked Kurt.

"Maybe, I just might! Thanks, I really owe you one."

"Just don't tell anyone!"Kurt told him.

"That's fine with me."

Pietro spend most of the afternoon practicing his foreign languages.

"Ana Pietro."he said to Magdalena the next morning.

"I know. Ana Magdalena."

"Oh, how did you know?"

Magdalena held up he book she was reading.

"There's a little Arabic in it. It does take place in the Middle East, you know."she said to him.

"Oh. Well, I've become somewhat fluent in Arabic."he said.

"You have? How?"

"Learning new languages is my goal."he told her.

"How neat."she nodded.

"Already mastered German."

"I'm not into Germanic languages a lot. I only speak one because that's what people here speak. The Protestants speak Germanic. I'm not Protestant, and not fond of the Protestants, anyway."she told him.

"Oh."

His face fell.

"Well, what would you like! I've done just about everything I can think of!"

"What are you talking about?"asked Magdalena.

"What do I have to do to get your attention!"

"You've certainly got it right now."

Pietro threw his arms in the air.

"I've tried to learn to be just about everything I can, to try to see if you will at least go out with me! Without your brother!"

"Oh! Is that what you wanted?"she asked.

"Yes! Couldn't you see!"

"Um, no, actually. I always thought you...just...I never noticed."

"If you didn't spend your time with your nose stuck in a book, or looking at guys like that idiot, you would've noticed."

"Are you insinuating something bad about my reading? And as far as guys are concerned, they are none of my concern. I am a lady, you know, not a...I don't want to say it!"

Pietro walked off. He'd really blown it that time.

"Just my luck!"he said.

Oh, well. He picked up his bag, and walked towards the car. Everyone was pleased when they saw that Pietro was back to normal.

"We were starting to get worried about you."said Lance.

"Yeah, you were really acting funny, yo."

"You never said why."

"You don't wanna know. And, so, will you drive faster! You always drive so slow. I should be the one driving!"

Everyone smiled.