"Penny!" she barked at her butler, driving the car.
"Yes, Miss Aoki?" he said, looking into the rearview mirror.
"Please send three cases of our sugar and coffee drinks to these poor Americans."
"I'll do it the second we return, Miss."
"Thank you." She looked back at Tom. "He's such a good butler. You really should get one."
"Yeah, right," Tom said, sharing a laugh with his dad. "The only thing my family's invented is Noland's Stew, and trust me,"—he lowered his voice into a pretend whisper—"It wouldn't sell."
"At least your mom's a good cook," his dad chimed in, ignoring Tom's insult. "I bet we could get rich off her if we knew how."
"What," Hana teased, "does she make a good hamburger and french fry?"
"Do you really think that's all we eat?" Tom asked.
"Oh, sorry, I forgot. Does she make a good hot dog, too?"