Since Parisa has been banned, sexually speaking, from paying Carmy a compliment, she makes a split second decision to approach his cousin with them instead. One of those hair brain, nonsensical notions, that eats her up for the entirety of breakfast, lingering after it ends and haphazardly cleaning up various plates around her — not exactly Parisa's preferred mode of seduction, but she's a little off kilter, lately. Losing her edge?

"Hey, breakfast was great." She offers it up to Richie, giving him a playful shoulder brush before dumping her collected plates in the hands of the first member of house staff she sees. She dusts her palms off on her hips, before turning and offering him a small smile. "You must be very fancy. It felt Michelin."

After a beat, admittedly, "I'm kind of hoping you'll spend the next fifteen minutes talking about your cousin. I have a crush on him."

More: it seems like the way to Richie is by saucing up Carmy, of which Parisa is already expert in, though she's sure they haven't shared that with each other. She's not doing it for any particular reason, either — boredom, maybe, or the allure of working class Americans. Regardless.