" Wait.” I dumped my backpack on his floor and kicked off my Docs.
“Spaghetti and FroYo are supposed to be treats?”
He stared at me, dead in the eye, not flinching. “Yes. Don’t give her too much of it.”
“Wow, are you, like, on C-R-A-C-K,” I spelled, walking over to the island to stand next to him, “or are you simply a product of the Soviet regime? This is not splurging. I wanna order pizza.”
He shrugged into his blazer. “You’re not. And by the way, she knows how to spell. "

― L.J. Shen , Scandalous (Sinners of Saint, #3)