There was no ribbon, only a set amount of time before he'd inevitably need to head back into the kitchen. It was all about fueling up for the next few hours and eating as much free food in one sitting as he could keep down. Finding this restaurant job had really been some kind of miracle, since it meant he didn't have to spend much of his hard earned (measly) paycheck on groceries for him and Ward. It also meant he didn't have to cook at home, which was also a plus.
"Char...ades?" Sid asked, drawing the word out like he'd never heard it before (he had, naturally). "Oh, wait. Is that the thing old rich people play at dinner parties?" He'd seen a lot of movies, and that had always seemed like a staple for dinner parties. Or in elementary school classrooms when the weather was too bad for recess. He didn't realize it was something families did in their living rooms with their parents and siblings. How unusual.
Sid snorted again, shaking his head. "Better try the better diner next time. I think I've seen a senator in there before." Not really. He wouldn't know a senator from anyone else walking down the street. He sopped up more egg yolk with his hash browns. All this talk of burgers had him seriously considering putting an order in for one. he only had a few bites left on his plate, and he could definitely still eat. "That sounds serious. You should probably see someone about that."