Page 91 of What Are The Odds?

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“Here,” Will said, handing Ryan a list he’d pulled up on his phone, and taking Ryan’s to film. “Use these.”

Ryan read the title out loud. “Words Australians have changed.”

Grace groaned. “Here we go.”

“If you were going to get alcohol, you’d be going to the. . .”

“Bottle-O,” she answered.

“The what?” I asked.

Grace shrugged, defeated.

“And if you needed gas, you’d go to the. . .”

“Servo. And it’s petrol. Not gas.”

“Rather than grill, you. . .”

“Cook on a barbecue. And for the record, Australians don’t just,” she purposely thickened her accent, “chuck another shrimp on the barbie. We barbecue snags and eat them with bread, sauce and onion.”

“Snags?”

“Sausages. Or you can snag something. Like I snagged Levi.”

She smiled at me. I winked back.

“What do you call swimsuits?”

“Bathers. Toggs. Depends on who you ask.”

“And flip flops?”

“Thongs.”

“What?” Tripp gawked.

“Don’t Australians use the C word as a compliment?” Will asked.

“Kinda,” Grace said. “If you’re just aC, you’re a wanker. But if you’re asick Cor amad C, it’s a compliment.”

“And a wanker is?” Will pressed.

I had an idea. Grace seemed to read my mind.

“Not what you’re thinking, Holloway.”

Okay. Maybe I was just toey.

“What’s an esky?” Tripp asked.

“A cooler.”

“Devo?”

“Devastated. Here. I’ll use it in a sentence. I’m really devo to be playing this game,” Grace deadpanned.

“Too bad,” Ryan said, checking over Will’s shoulder. “I’m raking in the likes.”

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