Lex, Marcus, Billy and y/n were in the graveyard, discussing the stupidity of the English language. Like how 'bomb' sounds wierd compared to 'womb' and 'tomb'.

Marcus was drinking a carton of milk, when Billy reached out toward it, wanting some.

“Dude, no, friends dont let friends share dairy” Marcus protested with a scowl, pulling the milk out of Billy's reach.

y/n, standing a bit behind Marcus, to the left of him, had the perfect opportunity to snatch it out of his hand.