Theo sat back in his chair. He didn't want to get caught in the middle of Fia and Miles. He would defend Fia if it got bad though. "Name's Theo not Spazo you retard. TH..E..O," he sounded out to the boy.

"Yes but I am welcome at this table. You aren't," he smiled, overexageratedly.

He rested his hands on his lab, and swinging his legs slightly. He took a swig of his milk. Mmmm milk flavoured.