Food.
"UGH. Will. Seriously. Why did you have to make so much food?" Denny flopped over his chair, Elliot and Mark moaned in agreement.
Will crossed his arms defensively, "You were the ones who decided to crash my place on the Starry Night festival."
"Where did you get all this anyways?" Mark laughed, lamely trying to stuff a piece of cherry pie in his mouth.
"I… Sabrina cooked it for me." Will lied, so what if he had made all this food and then never got the guts to ask Chelsea to join him? He had cooked way too much anyways.