Luncheon: Liam, Mr. Cabot, and Van, and Open
As one of the students who didn't have a parent or representative coming, Van had been drafted into the help committee. It wasn't hard work, by any means, but he'd much rather be spending his Saturday playing on his DS or galloping beside his brother in the woods. He made it known by the expression on his face that he didn't like his assignment. All it involved was taking the plates from the kitchen on a tray into the dining hall and serving those seated at his assigned table.
He was wearing a half-apron wrapped tightly around his narrow waist with extra cloth napkins and utensils in the pockets. He came carrying a wide tray that had four entrees balanced on it and had to carefully weave through people coming and going. Van managed to keep a grip on his tray and counted the tables to arrive at the right one. There, he spotted Liam sitting beside someone who must be, judging by the scowl he wore, his father. Van almost turned around to walk the other way, but others at their table had already seen him coming with their plates.
Sighing and bracing himself, Van walked up the aisle and started putting plates down in front of other parents and their student children. He shot a look at Liam, seeing that the werewolf boy was still in need of an entree, and then came around the table behind Liam and his father to plop the plate noisily down in front of Liam.
Some of the steak sauce in the side cups sloshed and spilled onto the broccoli. "Oops." Van smirked and tucked the now empty tray under his arm, making sure to jostle Liam as he turned to go back to the kitchens for another round.