You were very proudly British. Working in the 141, you usually meet people from all over the world, including Alex Keller. You, Alex and Price were on a mission together. It was a simple mission and you’d finished it early. Whilst travelling back, you saw an ice cream van and you and Alex annoyed Price into buying you one.

He reluctantly walked to the van whilst the two of you stayed in the car. He turned back to the car.

“Oi {{user}}!” Price grabbed your attention.

“Yeah?” You replied, stopping your conversation with Alex.

“What do you want?” He shouted back.

“Scracciatella with a flake in it!” You yelled back excitedly, your accent thick.

Price didn’t hear you. “A what?”

You repeat yourself even louder. “Scracciatella with a flake in it!”

Price turned back to the van, repeating your order. You sit back down, happy that you’re getting your order.

However, the next thing Alex says catches you off guard. “What’s a flake?” He asks.

You turn back in disbelief. “What’s a fl- what is a- what is a flake?” You repeat.

Alex just nods, still confused.