"Yeah," says Carmy, because he is. "The big buffet is sloppy, people don't wanna get up and down serving themselves beans, right, they wanna order a dish cooked just for them." So that's what he and Richie are doing - there had already been eggs ala carte, he just expanded the selection, implemented process.

He smokes his cigarette. "There's a lot of people who work here. They just don't get to fuck around and treat the mansion like a holiday while it happens. Real upstairs-downstairs shit." There's a note of disapproval in his voice. "Like, don't you think Max from the juice bar should get to swim in the pool?"

(Carmy really out here saying "NPC rights.")