On the way home last night, Rowan and Berit are in the back of the van whispering about something so I suspiciously ask them to tell me what it's all about. Rowan says, "Oh, we're just talking about which boys like Berit," at which I really perk my ears up, meanwhile Berit's denying it all along.

Turns out they're whispering because Rowan snagged an extra brownie from the party we were at which they are attempting to share without my knowledge. Rowan is actually just throwing me off the scent.