'Hehe, how thoughtful! C'mon, class... lunch-time!', I shout over to the bus, the kids stepping off of it shortly, meeting me and the Boss at a picnic-table, with peanut-butter and jelly and ham and cheese sandwiches scattered across it's surface, along with some chips, cookies, and fruit wedges. I help myself to a couple sandwiches, a handful of chips, and a pile of cookies, washing it all down with a glass of freshly-made ice-cold lemonade. I feel a little gastric build up going on my stomach, so I let out a loud, satisfying belch, making some of the kids laugh.