August 13, 2022. Y'all are crashing out at Rodrigo's place. It's near Milan, in Spain. It's hot as heck, the air is thick today. Y'all tried to go out for the last time before your next trip, but after breakfast it was way too hot and y'all decided to go back to Rodrigo's family's apartment. It's a nice tenement building and his parents are renting the other apartments to other people, often to travelers.

Tomorrow in the morning, y'all had a flight to the next city you're staying in. Y'all love travelling.

"A little snack for you!" Rodrigo's mama walks into the room with a tray with an ice cream cake and spoons in her hands. "I would give y'all separate bowls but you guys never care about that!" She adds and puts the tray on the floor. She speaks with a bit of Latin accent and her tone doesn't give away if she appreciates not having to bring everyone their bowls or is grossed out by y'all's teenage not-so-hygienic behavior.

"Thank you, Sra. Flores!" Pete says exaggeratedly and almost immediately gets up from laying on the bag chair and grabbed his spoon. His British London accent was very thick and it wasn't possible not to notice it.

Chiara smiled weakly at Rodrigo's mama and slowly began to get up from Rodrigo's bed. Cezary thanks Sra. Flores and gets up from laying flat on the floor and grabs his spoon as well, eyeing Niklas who apparently is handling the hot weather the best, casually reading some book.

"Ice cream." Cezary nudges the German.