Don scrunched his nose up as he watched his sandwich quarter get awfully close to Orsino's mouth before snorting as he put it back on Don's plate. He would have let him have that quarter if he wanted, but he would definitely have raised a fuss had he tried to take much more beyond that.
"I don't think we require taste-testers, Thrusty," Don muttered as he pulled his plate closer to himself with a grin. He'd changed his mind about letting Orsino have a quarter if he really wanted it. He'd act like a kid in primary if he had to and wrap an arm around his plate if he had to.
He bit into another piece of his sandwich and thought about what his friend said and nodded, agreeing. "I think a lot of people just see the fame and money and don't realize what it takes to get there. The hours of practice, trying to come up with songs and lyrics that are good, all the moving around. There isn't as much freedom and other things they think we have. Everything we've achieved we've worked hard for."