[Royce, you can't just tell people about the ring, god. He's not offended or angry that Royce brought it up (maybe a little embarrassed? maybe), but he does busy himself at the stove for a few seconds, covering up the pot of pasta and the pan of sauce so that they won't cool off too quickly.]
You get food, that's your fucking benefit. Now, come on, get your plates.
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You get food, that's your fucking benefit. Now, come on, get your plates.
[He makes come here hand motions at them.]