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Jay: After the scavenger hunt, Kellen returns to the cabin a bit behind his two remaining group-mates, a little red in the nose and cheeks and breathless from the cold, but looking - as per usual - quite energetic, regardless. Mike, having kept pace with Tim, flops into a chair by the fire immediately on entering. "I just don't understand how they expected us to find flowers in the middle of winter."


Jackie: Trekking back into the cabin, Tim doesn't look like he has even a fraction of the energy that Kellen does; he's never quite experienced weather so cold, or so snowy. Damp with melted snow, he toes off his shoes to stick them next to the fireplace and then works on unwinding the scarf from around his neck. He huffs a little bit in amusement, but shakes his head-- apparently, the only thing concerning him is warming up, immediately. "...too fuckin' cold."


Jay: Michael merely grunts his agreement for Tim's statement, unraveling his own scarf and tossing it near the fireplace to dry out. Leech doesn't even bother to look up from his reading, not until Kellen hops over the arm of the couch, like a flying squirrel, coming to rest next to him, and starts obnoxiously reading over his shoulder. Probably he knows Leech hates it, and that's why he does it, refusing to stop even when Leech glares at him. So the parasite eventually sighs, giving in, and pulls his headphones off while marking his place in the book. "So, was the scavenger hunt all it promised to be?" He extends the question to the other boys, too, by looking at them, snagging his pack of cigarettes and lighting one.


Jackie: Tim starts undressing his many layers, which seem to have done nothing to shield him from the elements because his skin is still cold to the touch. Getting off his jacket and hooking it onto the corner of the mantle above the fireplace, Tim can only turn his face to give Leech a look that shows his absolutely displeasure for the afternoon activity. Apparently, cold weather and Lints just don't play nicely, at all. Sitting on the edge of the futon, he reaches down to roll up his pants and work on tugging off the first pair of socks on his feet. "...I am not going to the snowman building activity."


Jay: "All it promised and more." Judging by Mike's tone, he isn't anymore pleased than Tim is about the afternoon. Kellen merely rolls his eyes, muttering not-quite-under his breath: "Whiners." If Jesse were here, he'd be a lot more fun, Kellen is sure. Leech shows not much reaction to any of this, but does glance Tim's way for that insistent statement. "'course yer not, Timothy. Not after bein' in the cold all day gave you such a bad asthma attack." He says this like it's a given fact, even if Tim's not showing any signs of asthma. Completely giving up on reading, he shoves the book into his backpack and stretches, stiff from sitting in the same place all day. "Anyway, we got dinner to go to, soon."


Jackie: Getting those socks off and tossing them near the fire, Tim scoots himself backwards a bit to settle into the futon, immediately snagging a blanket to burrow himself into. While he still looks like a wet and pissed off cat, he does give a little grin to Leech in thanks for the excuse, and then flops over onto his side. "Can't we just...not? Or have something delivered? I don't want to move." It's quite unlike Tim-- typically he's following orders, or at least more active, but all he really wants to do is go to bed.


Jay: "Dude! Sweet idea!" Kellen looks to Leech, hopefully. "Can we call in some mediterranean? Or maybe Thai?" Leech sighs, because surely he'd like nothing better, but: "Jefe's insistent on everyone eatin' together tonight. Thanksgiving, an' all that bullshit." He shrugs, in his restrained Leechy way, barely moving. "Prolly got just enough time to warm up before we gotta go back out." The Leech stands, going back to his bags and digging some of the kitten chow out of its bag - one of the housekeepers at the lodge keeps a cat, and had some extra - and putting it into a bowl, to which he then adds water, setting it aside to soak and soften the food for a bit.


Jackie: Even before Leech is done talking, Tim is incredibly comfortable on the futon, blankets tucked in all around him and starting to furnace his body. Craning his head back to look over at Leech, his face appears hopeful up until he starts speaking, and Tim just burrows inside of his nest as if the action alone will make him disappear. "What if we have nothing to be thankful for? Can we pass on dinner?" The words probably won't come across as very serious to the other two boys, but Tim makes sure his tone isn't entirely depressive.


Jay: Michael peers at Tim from the corner of his eyes; that question doesn't come over too serious, but there is some undertone which he's uncertain about, something that apparently Tim means to be communicated to Leech, only. So of course that's cause for suspicion. Kellen, on the other hand, is oblivious to it all, and Leech gives a little cough of a laugh. "Sure ya got something to be thankful for. Lovato's gone." Returning to the couch, Leech crouches to set that bowl of food near the kitten, who has made a cozy nest out of Leech's fuzzy striped blanket on the floor. When the kitten scents the food, she stands up wobblingly and makes her way to the bowl, sticking her entire front half into the gooey food to eat. Meanwhile, Leech scratches her head and murmurs in a low voice about how he'll bring back something tastier from dinner.


Jackie: "Did he pack up his things, too? Pretty sure I can still smell his Old Spice from here." Trying for light heartedness, Tim's fairly success in it, wrinkling his nose and then turning a little bit onto his side, facing Michael, to burrow more comfortably. Grabbing one of the smaller decorative pillows, he lobs it over to smack Michael, obviously catching on to his quiet, observant nature.


Jay: Leech shakes his head, distractedly, only really answering the question a moment later when it penetrates his preoccupation with the cat. "Ahh, no, he didn'. Snider came by and got it. Guess he didn' trust me not to attack." Though it's fleeting, there's actually a grin for that as he stands up. Surprisingly, Mike catches the pillow tossed at him with a reflexive movement, tossing it lightly back at Tim, making an effort to join in the conversation. "At least we're not at the school. I guess that's something to be glad of, too."


Jackie: Tim snorts his amusement for Leech's words, but doesn't really bother to look back at the older boy-- already, he's getting more comfortable than he should be on the futon, knowing he will have to get back up in a little bit. Instead, he focuses his attention on Mike and kind of lazily shrugs for that, not seeming to agree. "Doesn't make that much of a difference, at this point. Still feel like a prisoner."


Jay: "Oh, c'mon, it ain't that bad. At least we got to frolic in the snow." Not that Tim seemed to enjoy that, particularly, but snow is still enough of a novelty to interest Michael. Having stolen one of Leech's smokes and been occupied trying to blow smoke rings, Kellen belatedly joins the conversation. "Fuck, I'm just grateful to not be at home. Family gatherings are always a total clusterfuck at our place." Leech finally detaches from the kitten and walks around the other side of the futon. Tim indeed looks so cozy that it's quite tempting to join him, but Leech steels his resolve and pulls his leather jacket off the couch, nudging Kellen until he moves off the arm, and slips it on.


Jackie: "Frolic? You mean freeze, right?" As if to emphasize his point, Tim completely hides his head in the blankets, looking no more than a lump of blankies and pillows. He even dares to close his eyes, maybe thinking that Leech will let him stay in the cabin as oppose to going to dinner. The mention of family instantly brings back memories, and Tim lifts his head up to add on. "Yeah, I hear ya. My parents--" Oh, but then memory comes back to him and his insides churn a little bit. Stumbling for a response, he adds on lamely. "It was always like that at home, too." And sure, maybe Tim thought holiday stuff was stupid as hell before, but now he nearly craves it.


Jay: "I mean both." Mike waves a diplomatic hand, dismissing the question of frolicking and freezing in favor of more important matters. "'ey Kellen, can I borrow you a second?" He motions with his head to the other room, and Kellen gets up agreeably and follows him into it. Leech is glad that the conversation the kid started is thusly ended; he barely kept himself from flinching when Tim mentioned 'his parents'. Shifting his shoulders to settle that jacket in place, drawing out the fingerless gloves from the pockets, Leech looks down at the boy all curled up among his blankets. "Ya know you'll have to get up in a minute, right?"


Jackie: Tim watches Mike and Kellen a little warily, keeping his eyes on his roommate for a moment longer than he probably would have liked to. As if Tony's accusations weren't enough, Tim's mind immediately jumps to other conclusions when the two boys go into the other room. In favor of ignoring the world, Tim lowers his head down into the pillow and shakes his heads for Leech's words, then moving to hide his face. "...nuh uh." Which really just comes across as some sort of negating grumble.


Jay: Leech's jaw clenches for a moment, probably just because he's trying really hard not to give away how adorable he finds Tim at the moment, sighing once he's mastered his expression. "C'mon, Timothy. If ya go without a fuss, I won't even make ya stay for the gospel ho-down afterwards." Since when has Leech resorted to bargaining? Since now, apparently. From the other room comes the irrepressible sound of Kellen's laughter, followed by the words, "Dude, not like ya have to hide anything." And he re-emerges a moment later, now smoking a fat joint in contentment - apparently the reason for Mike's sneaky evasion.


Jackie: He doesn't even have to think about doing it before Tim is groaning into that pillow and shifting onto his belly. He lays motionless for a few moments and then curls his legs under himself, showing a little bit of movement that is encouraging that he'll actually get up. Tilting his head, he peers up at Leech, eyes crinkled a bit. "Promise?" Because the ho down sounds even worse than the snowmen building, and absolutely more heinous than the scavenger hunt.


Jay: Leech finds himself momentarily unable to look away from those eyes, nodding once, reassuringly. Luckily, Kellen comes over for diversion, passing the joint off to Tim and earning a narrow look from Leech. "Real discreet, kid." Kellen grins in response, totally unabashed. "'least I didn't take yours this time." Leech sighs through his nose, but doesn't argue, looking away. Perhaps if the boys are all high, they won't make such a big deal out of dinner.


Jackie: Satisfied with that nod, Tim continues to shift around until he's sitting upright on the futon. "I'm holding you to that." And then he nods, as if that solidifies it, and wipes at his face in attempt to wake himself up. Legs tucked under himself and bent at the knee, he looks briefly at the joint-- typically he wouldn't partake, and Jesse isn't here to peer pressure him, but the idea of a stress reliever is a welcomed thought, and he grabs at that joint carefully. Putting it to his lips, he takes a hit and holds it in while passing it along to Leech.


Jay: Leech takes the joint with another nod, more casual this time; so much for being a good role model. He draws on the end for a few seconds, then hands it off to Ness as he crosses the room to find his boots, only exhaling nearly a full minute later, with nary a cough. Kellen seems appeased at winning that little not-argument, and switches his hoodie for a dry one, hitting the joint again when it comes his way, and passing it to Tim again. "Time to head out?" Leech shrugs in response. "Might as well get it over with." And Michael, with a slight groan, pulls himself out of the chair he just reclaimed, offering a hand down to help Tim up.


Jackie: When Tim exhales, he can't help but cough; clearly, he doesn't partake as frequently as the other boys, but he's able to subdue it after a few exhales. Sitting back on his ankles, he sighs again because he just...really doesn't want to go. Taking the joint once again, he takes two smaller hits from it, keeping it in his grasp as his spare reaches for the hand Michael offers. It takes a minute for him to detangle from the blankets and let go of Michael, but he half smiles as a thank you and makes way for the bedroom to retrieve his own dry clothing, handing the joint to Leech as he passes him. He reemerges in the middle of tugging on his sweatshirt, fighting his arms through the sleeves above his head. "I don't even eat turkey, ya know?


Jackie: "*


Jay: Michael returns the smile, warmly, although he probably didn't want to let go of Tim quite so soon. Since he only has the semi-soaked clothes that he's wearing, he doesn't bother to change. Leech is sitting on the floor while he pulls his boots on, a lengthy process, taking the joint from Tim and puffing on it casually while he works on those boots, almost as if it were a cigarette. "Yeh, I know." How? He has ways, surely. "Jefe said there'll be 'options' fer non-carnivores. Not sure what he meant by that." Finally finishing with his boots, he hops up, passing the last of the joint to Kellen.


Jackie: Poking his head out once that hoodie is tugged all the way down, Tim rolls his eyes for that and goes back towards the fireplace to snag his still damp shoes. "Mmm, defrosted vegetables and soggy stuffing. My favorite." Total assumptions, of course, but its doubtful that Tim is horribly off. Once he's finished with his shoes, he grabs his coat and scarf and makes for the door, opening it up for the others to pass through.


Jay: Leech rolls his eyes a little for the way Tim is so dead-set on being unhappy with everything, not offering a response as he trudges past him and into the snow. Expectedly, Kellen is more voluble. "What about a tofurkey? Do you eat those?" He actually sounds curious, too, not just mocking. Mike laughs a little for the question, waving for Tim to go ahead of him once he gets to the door, and closing it behind their small party. Leech has already drawn away from them, intent on spending as little time outside as possible.


Jackie: Tim half way grins for Kellen, because it's just really hard not to, and he shrugs a little bit, stuffing his hands into the side pockets of his jacket. "I'm just bitching to bitch. Tofurkey sounds weird." Stepping outside, he immediately huddles more into his clothing, speeding up his pace as they head over to the main lodge. "You can have my share of the turkey."


Jay: "It does sound weird. I never understood all those vegetarian stand-ins, like fake bacon and shit, it seems pointless. I mean, if yer not gonna eat meat, just stop eating meat. It never tastes right, anyway." Kellen gesticulates as he speaks, in his usual manner, and Mike contents himself with walking alongside he and Tim and keeping quiet, for now. Kellen grins a little wider for Tim's offer. "Rrrrad. Between double servings of turkey and the weed, I'm gonna be completely useless tonight. If I pass out during dinner, will one of you haul me back up the hill?"


Jackie: Tim laughs a little more for that, amused for the articulation because its certainly something that he agrees with. "Right? I don't know, it just...doesn't seem natural. I don't eat meat so that I can eat stuff that's supposed to taste like meat. Jess got me hooked on black bean burgers, though." Tredging through the snow, Tim hurries up a bit to get to the lodge faster, his voice muffled into the scarf that he readjusts to protect his face. "Should've grabbed a sled, could've carted you back to the cabin."


Jay: Kellen makes a thoughtful noise as they reach the lodge, peering around with a bit of a glint in his eye. "They must have a snowmobile or two around here...maybe we could steal one." He has the best ideas. Mike, reaching the door first, pulls it open to wave his two cabin-mates in. Leech has already claimed a place - away from the majority of the staff, who are all sitting together near the front of the large room; he's at the back, instead, and emanating such waves of displeasure that no one has dared to sit near him, yet.


Jackie: Nodding his thanks at Mike, Tim steps into the lodge and peers about in annoyance-- there's holiday music playing over the loud speaker, and Mr. Snider is dressed in some obnoxious looking sweater with the word "JOY" stitched across it. "We should've done that the first night. Snow mobiled our way to the next town." Stomping his feet a bit to rid them of the excess snow, Tim gives Jefe a very worried look when the man approaches them all and welcomes them to dinner.


Jay: Kellen nods his agreement lazily, muttering "Put it on the list fer next time." The pot's clearly infiltrated his brain fully, by now; his diction is getting worse and his eyelids are half-mast. But when he spots the headmaster bearing down, those eyes snap open wide and he quickly detours, going behind a gossiping group of students and walking with an enthusiastic pace, nearly jogging by the time he reaches Leech's claimed table and skulks into the seat next to him. Mike laughs a little for this quick escape, shaking his head and looking at Tim, eyebrow raised. "Lead the way, dollface."


Jackie: Tim takes a step back when Jefe continues to come closer, and then he watches Kellen escape with eyes that look like he's been absolutely abandoned. Jefe starts talking, even reaches out a hand to wrap around Tim (no doubt over compensating after knowing what happened with his parents), and Tim quickly snags Michael's wrist and follows the same path Kellen did. Not letting go of Mike, Tim turns his head to look over his shoulder at the other boy, his own eyes the tiniest bit red. "...I don't know if I can actually handle this, right now." And if on cue, Dr. Snider starts singing along to the music, encouraging students to join in.


Jay: Chuckling quietly as he's tugged along, Michael tries to look like he takes Tim at all seriously. "Sure you can. You just need more holiday spirit." And because he has absolutely no shame, Mike joins in singing, as well, raising his voice until it's nearly louder than the speakers. At least he has a better voice than the children's choir that did the recording. As they near the table, Kellen is (understandably) overcome with laughing and buries his face under his arms, possibly trying to block out Mike's voice.


Jackie: Still making his way towards the table where Leech and Kellen are sitting, Tim only rolls his (faded) eyes for Michael, only actually looking back at him when he starts to sing along. Dropping his wrist, he looks at him, totally perplexed, before he starts to giggle. Snider catches on to Michael and beams brightly for it, coming up to approach the table and waving his arms in the air like he's an orchestrator. Tim plops down into his seat and then loses it even more-- erupting into laughter that he, too, tries to hide in his folded up arms on the table. Todd seems unphased, and encourages it more. "Mister Ness, yes! That's the spirit!"


Jay: And Michael grins broadly back, continuing to sing around the expression though he may also be on the verge of laughter for the sound of Tim's and Kellen's giggling. But he manages not to succumb, throwing Snider the metal-horns sign as he continues on to take his seat next to Tim. And Leech just looks on, completely unamused, narrowing his eyes at the other staffmember like he might just start breaking bones, again, if he comes any closer.


Jackie: Tim's giggles turn into actual laughing, but it's subdued because he's trying so hard to stop it. Keeping his face buried, Tim's shoulders shake as he laughs, and Todd takes one look at the rest of the table's company and furrows an eyebrow a bit. "Michael, it appears that your table needs to work on their enthusiasm." Which is emphasized with a specific look shot in Leech's direction, before Snider flounces away to greet another table. After he's gone, Tim lifts his head to peer at Michael-- but then the giggles come right back, full force.


Jay: At Todd's words, Leech narrows his eyes even more and curls his lip a bit, a look unintentionally reminiscent of a high school mean-girl, showing no hesitation in flipping the man off when he turns away. And Kellen had nearly recovered, with the end of the song, but at Leech's juvenile gesture he snorts in laughter again, barely getting his words out. "I have never been so enthusiastic in my life." Leech looks at Kellen like he doubts his sincerity about that. "That's not enthusiasm, Kellen; it's THC." And then his face goes blank, looking towards the front of the room, because the headmaster has gotten up with one of the ladies who runs the lodge, and she's starting in on an appropriate Thanksgiving day speech. In the face of that, even Michael can't keep smiling, instead sighing as she shows no sign of stopping anytime soon.


Jackie: By the time Tim is able to catch his breath, his eyes are more glassy with tears from laughing so hard than they are red from the pot. Finally gaining some composure, Tim wipes at his face and attempts to sit up a little straighter, craning his neck a bit so he can look up at the current speaker. She goes on and on about the holiday, and things to be grateful for, and if it wasn't for the weed, Tim probably couldn't handle it. At least not without looking the tiniest bit affected by it. She drones on for a while without much inflection in her tone, and Tim glances over to Leech and mouths something akin to "How much longer?"


Jay: Leech shakes his head when he catches Tim's mouthed question, looking like his very soul is being drained, while Kellen has replaced his head on his folded arms and, to all appearances, may well be asleep. Michael shifts, leaning closer to Tim, picking at his fingernails while he watches the woman with glazed eyes. Thankfully, she finally finishes - to resounding applause; everyone seems glad she's shutting up - but before anyone can be too grateful for the reprieve, Jefe steps forward, hands clasped. "Dear Father--" It sounds to be a long-winded prayer he's starting on. Leech abruptly just stands up, not making any attempt to be discreet as he steps away from the table and walks across the room, into the kitchen, providing a distraction for quite a few people. He only returns once the headmaster has 'amen'ed, slipping back into his seat with a plastic dixie cup full of a red liquid much too dark to be juice.


Jackie: Tim's eyes practically look pleading when all Leech does is shake his head, and he sighs a little quietly as he focuses his attention back on the woman speaking. He doesn't take part in the applause, but he does shift around a little bit, thinking that they're done here-- but then Jefe starts the prayer, and Leech is on his feet, and Tim only sighs exasperatedly and sits back, crossing his arms over his chest and slouching in his seat. Todd lifts his head when he hears that disturbance and narrows his eyes at Leech, nearly following after him before biting his tongue and lowering his head. When Leech returns, Tim's eyes slide back over to that cup, examining it briefly before looking at Leech's face. Shaking his head in amusement, he goes to look back over the rest of the room silently.


Jay: Again catching Tim's look (perhaps a little too aware of the kid to not notice them), Leech merely widens his eyes for a moment to show his sympathy for having to endure all of that, then pointedly downing a few good gulps of his wine. Kellen, belatedly realizing that it's time for fooood, lifts his head and perks up in that inexplicable way he has, hopping out of his chair and smacking Michael and Tim each as he goes by them. "Food, guys!" He sounds appropriately excited, given his rapacious appetite, and promptly joins the line by one of the long buffet-style tables. Michael gets up somewhat slower, looking at Tim and motioning after Kellen. "Shall we?"


Jackie: When the prayer is over and (most) everyone lifts up their heads, Tim blinks a few times to refocus his gaze, watching everyone get to their feet for food. His own actions are a bit delayed due to the weed, and when Kellen smacks his arm, it takes a moment for Tim to realize what exactly happened. Looking up at Michael, he watches his (pretty) face for a moment and then nods, getting to his feet and heading towards the line Kellen entered. Grabbing two plates, he hands one over to Michael and peers into the food curiously, forking some lettuce onto his plate as he builds a salad. "...I'm doubting they have hummus, huh? I could go for some right now." Oh, munchies.


Jay: Michael takes the plate from Tim, arching an eyebrow thoughtfully for his question. "Not traditional Thanksgiving day food, but who knows?" He makes his way slowly along the line, filling his plate with things that Tim doubtlessly wouldn't consider eating, including plenty of turkey, and even some of the delicious looking fruit-infused jello that was surely made from horse hooves. Kellen, meanwhile, has piled his own plate to ridiculous extremes, and heads back to the table, where Leech is still sitting, apparently confining his meal to liquid alone.


Jackie: Stuffing his plate full of every vegetable made available, Tim balances it all carefully back to the table before going back to retrieve a few waters for himself and Ness. Taking his seat, he begins to poke at his dinner with his fork, stabbing a cherry tomato before popping it into his mouth. He's about to start up conversation, perhaps a little bit more inclined to do so because of the pot, but then Todd is pulling up a chair to their table and addressing everyone seated, although his eyes are focused on Leech. "I must say, you all are lucky that Mister Ness' enthusiasm for this splendid holiday is as expansive as it is. You all look like corpses."


Jay: Michael follows after Tim, reclaiming his own seat and only when Tim hands him that bottle of water does he notice Leech's unconventional beverage, giving it a meditative gaze. Before he can condemn himself by asking Leech to share, though, Todd is sitting down and praising his enthusiasm, faked as it was. And Mike of course gives a smug little smile, but promptly makes it impossible to reply by diving into his food. Leech blatantly ignores the man's presence, to the point of rudeness and beyond, but Kellen emerges from his own plate to give Todd a blindingly feral grin. "Thanks! That's exactly the look I was going for."


Jackie: Todd peers at each one of the boys sitting at the table carefully, probably keeping his gaze on each of them a little too long for comfort. Tim takes the Ness method of avoiding conversation by stuffing his face with his salad, not even bothering to raise his head. Instead, he just flicks them over to watch Leech and, after seeing the older boy ignore Todd, decides to go down the same route. Knowing he's being ignored, Todd sideglances Kellen before focusing back on Leech. "Lee, not that I have much high standards, especially after what happened with Mr. Lovato, but let's at least try to give our students an experience they'll actually enjoy." And with that, he departs from the table to go finish with meal with the headmaster.


Jay: For being called 'Lee', Leech's shoulders might tense up even visibly, but he gives no other sign that he even noticed Todd's presence. By the time the man gets up and leaves the table, however, that ghetto cup of wine is nearly empty. Kellen is very finely tuned to Leech's moods, after living with or around him for about three months now, and leans towards him enough to nudge him with a shoulder, not troubling to keep his voice down. "I'd actually enjoy it a lot if you threw some of this potato salad at Dr. Snider. Really. Very enjoyable. And it tastes like shit, anyway." Sliding his gaze over to the side to peer at Kellen, Leech clears his throat, mostly to cover up a laugh, but the appreciation shows in his eyes, anyway. And then he's up, off to get more wine, presumably, and Kellen dives back into his meal.


Jay: Michael leans back in his own chair, taking a drink of water before speaking, in a more covert voice than Kellen did. "Wonder if that dude has any idea what sorta battle he's setting himself up for. You'd think he'd seen enough by now not to get on Leech's bad side." Because Michael's certainly seen more than enough, although it hasn't seemed to help him stay out of trouble.


Jackie: Tim laughs into his food for Kellen's suggestion, nodding along to agree with him because very few things could make him laugh harder than Michael's enthusiasm-- Todd getting smacked upside the head with potato salad would certainly be one of them. Slowing down his food intake, he picks his head up a little more now that Todd is gone, and glances over at Michael. "It's not like Leech would do anything that Todd wouldn't see coming. They've been at each others throats since...even before I was here."


Jay: Michael blinks in confusion, looking at Tim with somewhat more interest. "Have they? I thought it was kinda a new thing, since he snapped Tony's finger. I mean, I know Leech and Father Axl don't get along at all, but that makes more sense. What would he possibly have against somewhat as harmless as Snider?" Though Kellen probably has inside information to that effect, he doesn't bother offering it, continuing to inhale his food.


Jackie: "I think so, yeah. Off and on." Shrugging a little bit, Tim takes a sip of his water, turns a little bit in his seat to look over at Todd from across the room. Another cherry tomato finds its way into Tim's mouth, and he redirects his eyes to Michael. "I don't know why, exactly. They just never seem to see eye to eye. Plus, Snider is fucking wacky." Case in point, Tim motions with his head towards Todd, still clad in his sweater, and bumping elbows with the headmaster.


Jay: Michael glances at Todd, too, smirking some for Jefe's own bizarre greeting. "Yeah, cuz 'wacky' is such a rarity here." He shakes his head, picking at his food now that the majority of hunger is satisfied, looking over the rest of the room kind of idly. Leech returns once more, with another glass of wine and a better mood, ruffling Kellen's hair as he passes and getting a distracted, but genuine grin in return as he sits down. "So. Any'a you know which cabin that damn fruit-bat is staying in?" He looks around his small group with an expression that, for Leech, comes fairly close to hopeful. "I'm pretty sure I can manage some napalm that's see-through; all we gotta do is spread it in a line from the fireplace to all'a his stuff."


Jackie: That earns another amused chirp from Lint, and he eventually peels his eyes away from the staff to instead look at Michael, the amusement evident in his eyes. Finishing most of his vegetables, Tim tosses his napkin on top of his plate and pushes it aside, sitting back a bit and leaning from side to side to pop his back. When Leech returns, Tim perks up the slightest bit, if only because the older boy seems to be in a better mood, and he tilts his head curiously before adding: "And you'll get Tony in the process. Two birds with one stone."


Jay: Leech gives Tim an approving nod for that input, then looks from Kellen to Michael, but neither one seems to have any clue where Snider is staying. He gives a disappointed sigh, but drowns his sorrows in more wine, and is thusly taken off-guard when a group of people near the front of the room suddenly break into song. Or, what one might call song. It's cheery and religious and played on a variety of twangy instruments. Kellen raises his head; Leech lowers his cup, and both look to the group with matching expressions of horror and disbelief. Michael looks bewildered, also, arching an eyebrow and leaning closer to Tim to speak over the noise. "I'm so not joining in this time."