~Phineas~ You know, being here with Isabella is the best. And while it is crowded in the airport and I don't want to lose her, I'm holding her hand because I want to. Honestly, I enjoy it. We hit the front of the line, and I decide to let her order for us. "Go on," I say, "get me something you think I'll like." The barista smiles at me, then turns her attention to Izzy. "Let's see," she says. "Could I please have a Grande Caramel Frappachino, and make sure to put the whipped cream on it!" she says. The barista laughs, "Of course. Can I get your name for that?" "Izzy," she says, "and for my best friend Phineas, could you make a Mocha Frappachino? Grande, and whipped cream, please." "How do you know these things?" I ask Isabella. "Phin, I've known you since we were two. I think I know what y