When Billy had finally gotten back, greasy bag in hand, he'd automatically gone back up to the room. Only to discover that Scott wasn't there. After wondering where on earth the boy could be, Billy reasoned that he was probably in the kitchen. With a table. He was so used to eating things in the room just to make Teddy guess what it was hours later, that the thought of eating like a normal person with a table under you hadn't even occurred to him.
Plodding down the stairs, Billy peeked his head in and nodded in self-confirmation. Yup, Scott was in there. "Hey dude, thought you'd still be in the room," Billy said, setting the large paper bag on the table. "I got you the large fry, hope that's okay," he said, leaving the bag for a moment and going to the fridge to pull out the ketchup.