She looked around, eyebrow raised. "Never mind Wolfwood, Uzza would squeal like a girl in here." Kabe started to peer at some of the packaging, amused at the mangled English. "I can speak any language when I'm reaping, but I can't read 'em. The English might be funnier." An ice cream wrapper extolling the virtues of "heartfull communication"? A fruit snack advertising "after taste without end?"