"I know, it's unthinkable, isn't it?" Orsino said with a cynical little look. He'd been a bit late in joining the band, arriving around the same time as Merton, and largely on a whim.
"Not all of us had rock star ambitions when we graduated. Actually, I apparently didn't have many at all, considering where I was working when I saw that advert in the window."
He was very conspicuously eying one of Donaghan's sandwich quarters by now. Shamelessly, and acting as though it weren't rude at all, Orsino reached over and plucked it up. He held it up like he was giving it an inspection. "Mm, turkey."