"Hello, Ben", Mr. McColl greeted informally, waving him in. He still didn't feel the most comfortable in the teacher role, didn't care for having the students calling him Mr. McColl, and didn't really like greeting them so formally either. He did often let the latter slip, though he knew he really couldn't insist on them calling him Bert, even if he'd be more comfortable with it. Though since it was a weekend, Bert was being lax on the dress code. He was simply wearing jeans and a simple black t-shirt. Bert did love how the t-shirt had evolved over time into something that was worn on it's own and not just as an undershirt. It was one trend he didn't mind indulging in.
"Do come in", the teacher told Ben. He gestured toward the chairs in front of his desk. One was a high-backed, claw-footed wooden chair with a small tan cushion on the seat. The other was a small olive green easy chair. "Have a seat. Would you like some cocoa?", he asked, gesturing toward the carafe.