"Oh, expected. I know all about expectations. I love them, really. I especially love the whooshing sound they make as I throw them out the window." He had given a big middle finger to every expectation his family had ever had for him. He'd need to teach Teddy the art of not giving a fuck. The first step was pretending you didn't care. Once you mastered that you could fail to accomplish anything.
"You should do what would make you happiest. If that's kitchen stuff, or working with your Dad, or something else entirely. And I bet that if you don't like what you pick you'll be able to switch. This isn't some sort of jail sentence."