Raven laughed. "Brazil? Where we will sip pina coladas and, I don't know, open a dance studio? Sounds okay to me. Where am I going to meet Rafael? I mean, the ice cream parlor's hardly romantic, and math class isn't much better." She faked what she must've thought was a Brazilian accent, but in the end she sounded more like she'd gotten something caught in her throat. "Excuse me, but can you help me find the square root of 547?"