Carmy doesn't usually come out of the kitchen during service, but he wanted to hand over Jonty Balfour's breakfast personally, having decided he's the guy who he needs to win over to be allowed to keep doing this. The words Waffle House catch his attention, and, oh man, he knows Richie wouldn't want him interacting with the guests when it comes to the menu but here he is, sidling down the table to the new guy, chef whites and sweaty, pushed-back curls, hand on the back of Harry's chair, answering his question instead of the person he was actually asking.

"Sure, I put lowbrow shit on the menu just for assholes like you," Carmy says, also in a Chicago accent. Shocking lack of heat given he just called Harry an asshole. But like, for real? Waffle House? Fuck. The hand becomes a forearm and he leans down, tattooed hand tapping the menu. "If the fucking perfect replica McMuffin doesn't get your dick hard, the Sydney is pretty good."