"They would be happy. I'm grading math tests. I could just tell them I had a doctor's appointment," he offers with a grin, and he grabs the warm bread from the counter and follows Michael over to the table. He places a hand on Michael's back, joining him.

He smiles, giving a nod. "I guess that doesn't sound terrible. Especially the dessert part." He looks over the table with all the food laid out. It looks delicious. "I'm amazed by this. You're winning points here."