Wayne pondered his food options before his brain raised a flag at Justin’s last point. “You must be one of his regulars, then,” he noted, if Justin was a good enough judge on not just the present food, but the past food as well. And apparently Seamus needed a chef. It was a shame Wayne only knew how to make, like, five different non-McDonald’s-foods.
Then his brain caught up with his mouth, and Wayne grinned. “Or one of his regulars.” Wayne chuckled to himself - there was no way. But it’d be funny.