“Hear me out, okay?” Sebastian started, holding up a piece of paper in his hand. “It isn’t just me, is it? This is English, but it’s just... impossible to read.” He glanced at the paper once again just for himself. “I had family in Mexico send it to me because I’m trying to bake my dad a birthday cake and this is his favorite... but how am I supposed to actually do anything when I can’t read the recipe?”











