On "three", Teddy had thrown himself to the floor, covering his head with his arms. Little Bear started licking Teddy's arms quickly. Slowly, Teddy stood, pushing the dog aside. "What?"
He looked into the cabinet. "It-- huh." That was curious. What sort of aliens would give their prisoners a well-stocked kitchen? "Maybe... they're trying to placate us! Tricking us with nice food and delicious chocolate chips so we don't realize what they're really up to." He picked up the box, opening it and sniffing it. They smelled fine, but that didn't mean anything.
Using the tip of his wand, he opened another cabinet. No aliens jumped out. "This is getting very... suspicious." Actually, it was getting weird, but he didn't want to sound like he was losing faith in the alien idea.