Rowan
"During spring break," Riley said, gathering the plates we'd eaten on, "we took a little trip to Italy. Oh, Rome, it's gorgeous, Rowan, you should go!" she said cheerfully.
I pulled myself up and helped her pick up the plates, "I've been to Italy before," I said as she took the plates out of my hand.
"Milan is not Italy; as beautiful as the Italian metropolis may be, nothing is more beautiful than a city with hundreds of years of history," she said as she went to the kitchen.
I followed her diligently.
She stopped suddenly and looked at me grimly: "What are you doing?" she asked sharply.
I looked around, confused, "Can I help you?" I said, more and more confused.
"Don't have a plate thrown at you, Rowan. Sit down, or you'll taste my wrath," he said, turning and going to the ki
