James snorted as Mao tore open the bag of chips. "Dude, that was supposed to be a special bag." James had eaten his in the car on the way over and had planned on claiming Mao's bag of Doritos was a joint venture. But seriously, who could resist a bag of barbecue chips in their lap? It was impossible.
"I'm just going to fucking eat everything." He draped an arm around the shorter boy's shoulders, reaching past him to steal a chip from the bag. "I hope they have a shit ton of food, like..." He grinned stupidly. "A fucking banquet of hamburgers just waiting for me." Because seriously, James could eat Mao right now he was so hungry. Mao was small enough that it was totally plausible.