Back in the kitchen, Remy smirked proudly but shrugged off Victor's thought that the plate was his. "Don' worry Vic. Livin' here, you learn to cook lo'sa servings," he said as he began to assemble his own plate. He crumbled the ham around and over the baguette-cheese-sausage-egg stacks before drenching the whole lot in a sauce which was mostly butter.
He knew it wouldn't be long before other people came hunting a plate or two. Af'er all, no one can resis' me. Or my cooking.