"Oh. Oh! That's what you meant. Nah man, I just work at this vegetarian place sometimes. Nothing serious," Scott explained with a short laugh as he shook Remy's hand. The guy had a pretty light grip compared to his own. In fact, the hold was so light that it almost felt like Scott was shaking a much smaller hand than he really was. Like a mouse's. Or a guinea pig's. Something small, anyway.

"Are you, Remy?" Scott asked as he gestured the younger guy to start following him down the hall. "Going to be a chef, I mean? Sounds like you've got the talk to be one at least."