"It's not? I'm shocked!" He shook his head mock-sadly, then applied himself to his food and the movie, content with the silence for the moment. Especially when the food was so good.
He looked up, chewing around a mouthful of spicy chicken, when Mr. Beaubier spoke again, and took a moment to finish chewing and swallow before answering.
"Blasphemy, turkey is the great American holiday food! Haven't you seen all the elementary school social studies textbooks? Not to mention the greeting cards?
"Besides-" He made a face, nose wrinkling and scaled eyebrows pulling down. "Who wants to go shoot Bambi and hack him up and eat him for the holiday meal, legally killed or not?" Not that he was terribly put out by the new kid's hunting obsession. It was more that he really couldn't figure the whole randomly running out to kill some poor defenseless deer minding its own business in the - local, possibly full of kids screwing off on their holidays in their way too affluent section of the sticks - woods on your first day in a new school thing. "Especially when the market's full of dead things factory raised in unsanitary conditions and butchered just for our over-eating convenience."