Vic leaned backwards over the arm of the couch at the sound of someone at the door and watched upside down as Mr. Beaubier crossed the room, not sitting upright again until he passed by on his way to the coffee table. It smelled great, and he inhaled deeply as the paper bag hit the table.
It should probably be weird, hanging out with one of the teachers, but the teachers here were pretty cool in general, and since they all lived on site it was a lot less strange than it would have been to, say, go home for dinner with his social studies teacher back home. Besides, Mr. Beaubier was way cooler than any of the teachers he'd had back home. And way hotter, too, but he so wasn't thinking about that, because awkwaaard.
"Chopsticks all the way," he answered, grinning and resisting the urge to dive on the bag and start pulling boxes out. Instead he grabbed a bottle of diet soda and passed it to Mr. Beaubier. "Ready for the zombiepocalypse?"