"Not too much," Damien said with a shrug, "probably because the head guy was a friend, but.. yeah. It had tense moments. There was a bully, like your Biff. Biff.. huh. That even sounds like a bully name. Oh, and that's also when I found out my destiny. Do you believe in destiny? Fate, that kind of thing? That everyone has something they're meant to do, someone they're meant to be at some later point. I certainly believe in it. My dad does too."
He set his own plate on the table, then poured himself some juice in his glass. Then he poured some into Marty's glass and sat down. "Ah, now that's a good job. I bet you're good at it too. I always say, one should do a job they're both good at and enjoy." He briefly thought for a minute. His job. "Massage therapist at the spa. I know, it's usually a woman that has that position? But I do it, and.. Cas who just got in there too. But I'm very good with my hands. And as a result, the customers just keep coming back. But of course I'm usually good at pretty much everything I do."