Lane knows that you've spent most of your life in a very small town in America. One you couldn't even point out on a map. This inherently means you've never tried junk food.

You're at school, weeks after moving here, and your neighbor Lane, practically your only friend, pulls your chair out for you, smiling as he sets down the lunch tray with a load of trashy food on it.

"Looks great, huh? Well, after my mom's cooking you'll probably be able to tolerate anything" he snickers