"Sorry for the mess," she says. "My wife and kid are out visiting family today so I thought I'd take advantage of the time to reorganize a bit. Do any of you want something to drink? I'll go get the lemonade. I only made it yesterday. I'll get you all some snacks too, I went a little crazy last time I was at the grocery store so you'd be doing me a favor."
Mrs. McGlynn turns into the hallway. You can hear her in what must be the kitchen. "Do any of you have any food allergies?" she calls out.
Kirill motions over to the door she shut. Diego sees this and shakes his head vigorously.
"I thought you wanted to find out about weird stuff," Kirill whispers.
"I don't want to go into the new school year with one of our teachers hating us," he whispers back, then raises the volume of his voice to tell Mrs. McGlynn "I'm lactose intolerant. Thanks for asking!"
Both of them look to you, gesturing wildly about what to do with that room.