Miss MacRae had given him the perfect opening to try for himself instead of challenging them to it, and Jimmy was happy to oblige.
Even with Miss Gillenwater glaring at him with beady eyes. He half-expected her to start frothing at the mouth in fury, if only that wasn’t also a danger of drawing Mrs. Benwick’s ire. With a shit-eating grin in response, Jimmy slowly corrected his grasp on his fork, just for her, and then grinned even wider.
It was always nice to have an audience.
“Watch this, Greta,” he whispered, pushing down the rising urge to break into a laugh as he checked hastily over his shoulder for the etiquette professor. Satisfied by his opportunity, Jimmy elegantly speared a bit of potato and stuck it in his mouth. Instead of chewing and swallowing - and shooting a smug, conspiratorial look at MacRae and Mateo - he popped another potato in, and then another, and another, until he had squirrelled away enough for his mouth to be bursting. “I fink that’s mmf, seven, isn’t it?” He mumbled through his stuffed mouth, shooting Greta a particular open-mouthed potatoey smile in the vague hope it would make her shriek.
Even with Miss Gillenwater glaring at him with beady eyes. He half-expected her to start frothing at the mouth in fury, if only that wasn’t also a danger of drawing Mrs. Benwick’s ire. With a shit-eating grin in response, Jimmy slowly corrected his grasp on his fork, just for her, and then grinned even wider.
It was always nice to have an audience.
“Watch this, Greta,” he whispered, pushing down the rising urge to break into a laugh as he checked hastily over his shoulder for the etiquette professor. Satisfied by his opportunity, Jimmy elegantly speared a bit of potato and stuck it in his mouth. Instead of chewing and swallowing - and shooting a smug, conspiratorial look at MacRae and Mateo - he popped another potato in, and then another, and another, until he had squirrelled away enough for his mouth to be bursting. “I fink that’s mmf, seven, isn’t it?” He mumbled through his stuffed mouth, shooting Greta a particular open-mouthed potatoey smile in the vague hope it would make her shriek.
