The Michaels had clustered together at one small table near the emergency exit in one corner of Things Incorporated's employee lunch room. Marshall had half-feared the possibility that his Dad would show up and ask him to eat lunch together, but a quick scan of the room told him he was in the clear.
"Hey guys," he said, approaching his classmates. "Mind if I join you?"
"Saved you a seat," said once-small-now-tall-Michael.
Micheal-with-Glasses was eating a sandwich stuffed with small printed paper strips.
"Christmas cracker jokes," he explained, seeing Marshall's raised eyebrow. "After the whole Nurse Nancy thing..."
Marshall nodded.
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