She sounds so shocked at the idea of him working that it startles an abrupt laugh out of him. "I mean, they made me work this event. I'm not usually serving staff, I'm a chef, they brought me here to be a chef. But apparently I gotta pay my dues." Socially, he means, not with real currency: his role at the pool party feels like hazing, like a weird punishment from the head butler for being interested in crossing whatever line there is for guests and staff.