she stared at the giant coolers full of shrimp cocktail in horror. why did i ever put her in charge of snacks? “i think you may have overestimated it, actually...” the words trailed off, as selina struggled to think of something to say. she was very rarely lost for words, but this? this was a catastrophe. “why couldn’t you just get some normal snacks? it’s a class picnic, not a goddamn socialite ball.”

“Liz! Hey! It’s Vic. I know, it’s the beginning of the year, but I already fucked up and forgot to take notes. Wanna study together? As in, you bring your notes, I copy them, and then we binge on trashy tv and popcorn? Let me know!”