“You sure about that? My mother churns our own butter and it’s like gold compared to the shit they sell in the stores.” Erik said nothing at first, then shook his head.
“Our butter is still better,” he smiled, as if he was offering a challenge. Ryan did not want to argue with his new friend, so he changed the subject.
“You know. I’ve never been to Europe before,” Ryan confessed, suddenly wondering what it was like over there, what it would be like to do what Erik was doing—moving to another country and going to college in a foreign language. The whole setup seemed utterly daunting
“Then you should come visit sometime,” Erik invited him nonchalantly. “It’s beautiful, but different than here in a lot of ways.