"Huh...normally, you'd make a gourmet feast fit for a king." Ted said, not taking his glare off of Leo. "What, have you decided to put less effort into it?"
"Well, sadly, I don't have the usual supplies to work with." He said, smiling sinisterly as Ted took a bite of salad. "Besides, I don't need much to poison you." Ted's reaction was (at least in Leo's perspective) priceless. His face twisted into shock as he nearly choked on his food before spitting it into his napkin. "I was kidding, Teddy." Leo laughed. "Why would I do that to you?"
"Maybe because you're a sadist who enjoys watching others suffer." Ted grumbled as he threw the napkin away, replacing it.
"Wellll, I won't deny that. They say a core element in comedy is the pain others go through to make us laugh." Leo reasoned.
"Oh, I see. So then, other than you, who was laughing when you mentally tortured your classmate, Daniel Parks, to the point where he was sent to Dimmsdale Asylum?" Ted said, standing up, "Or that other kid, Rita Quellora, from your 5th grade days, or as everyone else now calls her, 'Blank-eyed Beast'! You brainwashed her! To the point where she's emotionally and mentally dead even today!" Leo stood up fast, his chair falling to the floor. His eyes reeked of hatred, with veins in the corners and pinprick-sized pupils. It was a type of silent rage that sent a chill down the air. But the room got even colder when his frown turned into a distorted smile; one void of mercy or compassion.
"Perhaps you and I should have a little chat." He said, walking out of the dining room and opening the back door (if there is one). "Come with me, Ted." Ted hesitated, his anger now melting into nervousness as he eyed the demonic grin on Leo's face. "Now." It wasn't that loud, but to him, it sounded like a clap of thunder. With no way of running, and little to lose, he walked outside, Leo tapping his back with his foot on the way out.