He scratched the back of his head. He hadn't gone to college. He had chosen instead to take over his family's pizza business in Vegas. He thought that's what his Pop would have wanted, and so that's what he did. It wasn't that he didn't like school. He'd even gotten good grades growing up. School was an often self-centered beast. YOU studied. YOU got good grades. YOU took classes. Seth jived with that idea.
"Maybe. They got cooking classes or something?" That would have been more worth his time. "I'll have to check into it." The more skills he developed, the more recipe ideas, the better.
And then Red mentioned a fact that was far more intriguing. A rumored escape tunnel. "No shit?"