Ben paused for a moment from devouring the muffin like a snake eating a small pig. Jesus, it was good. "A week extra? What for? That sucks...but you're following a passion, right? Could be worse."
It was much better than spending an extra week doing something he hated, like he would have had he stayed home and followed the family tradition that started with the Ivy League and ended with golf club membership and chronic alcoholism.
He finished his muffin, kind of sad that it was gone. "You know, I might just do that. This muffin was amazing. I'm gonna need a tab to keep up with the amount of muffins I'll be inhaling."
"Wow, you're the second artsy type I've met today. Is it something about the building?" He grinned. "But yeah, looks like we'll be in the same program. Think you can warn me about the more evil professors? Which ones will hate me no matter what and which ones I might need to sleep with before I get my A?"
As an afterthought he added, "Kidding about that last part. Totally kidding."